I'll Wait

by sheriberryy

Regret is often associated with goodbyes, which can be applicable to any separation between people who care about each other. A little fic inspired by the quote, "the worst mistake anyone can make is being to afraid to make one", the song, "The Mess I Made" by Parachute, and the 2PM/Jay Park scandal.

A/N: I think I wanted to post this because I think it can be open for any characters of a fandom that are leaving each other.

I'm sorry, I'm actually new to posting fics, so I really didn't know under what category this would fall under, but I wrote this a while back, maybe even a couple years ago? Whenever the 1:59 album came out and all the controversy behind it happened. I actually wrote this mainly for me, because Jay was my favorite member and I was pretty invested in 2PM around that time, so I ended up just writing a bunch of stuff to let my feelings out. I apologize for being so girly (Teehee) Sorry for the long explanation too! Thank you for reading or reviewing though, if you do!

Disclaimer: I really don't own 2PM, or Jay Park, or mean to offend or start any controversy among each artists' fans. I just like to get ideas out of my system, now and then.

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I'll Wait.

Should've kissed you there

Should've held your face

Should've watched those eyes

Instead of run in place

I should've called you out

I should've said your name

I should've turned around

I should've looked again

My body stands perfectly perpendicular to the floor as my eyes never leave the sight of you. I stand there and watch you because it's what I have always done. You were the star that shone in the dark, night sky and I was the poor soul that always looked up, hoping but never reaching for it. Somehow along the line, however, you managed to grasp onto my hand and take me out of my lacking and unhappy world and into your inspiring, confident, and beautiful one.

Stupidly, I basked in the new eternal sunshine and open sky that graced itself before me, but it was a trap. You left me, thinking I would be fine in this world we once thought to be dazzling and brilliant.

At this moment a forced smile forms at your lips and I'm tempted to tell you the truth; that this once magnificent world lost its beauty the second you decided to leave, but I don't.

My lack of courage stops me because despite my yearning to take your hand in mine and reintroduce you to the familiarity you abandoned, I have always been the spectator and you have always been the hero I watched save the day, so I don't ask you to stay here, with me. I can't. Instead, I stand, fists clenched and heart breaking, in the now empty world too spacious for even 6 people to fill.

You begin to walk towards me and on instinct, my arms wrap around you as my fingers clutch tightly to your white shirt, creating those wrinkles I know you hate. I press my forehead to your shoulder and deeply inhale the familiar scent as I ridiculously hope that maybe it'll seep through my veins and won't have to become a mere memory.

I eventually release you due to your strong hand subtly pushing my chest because you know if you hadn't, I would have never let you go. Finally, I take your hand in both of my own and shyly stare at their unity as I lamely whisper, "I'll wait."

But Oh I'm staring at the mess I made

As you turn you take your heart and walk away

I'm staring at the mess I made

And it's you

-The worst mistake anyone can make is being too afraid to make one.