[FIC] Impossible

Title: Impossible
Characters: Leeteuk, OC
Rating: G
Wordcount: 725
Summary: He's all she ever loved
A/N: I've had this plotline in my head for quite a while, but only now got around to actually writing it out. Once again I had a bit of trouble with the genre (I'm really not good at these things.. xD) and I was doubting between a one-shot and a drabble as well, but I've written this in one go and did not betaread it at all. Once again this is a figment of my mind put into words, although the 'she' person in this story does not at all relate to me. I hope you like this piece of text and take the time to comment. ^^

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She let out a deep sigh as she looked at him. His face was so fragile, yet his expression so strong. His jaw line so soft, standing in a huge contrast to the determined way he carried himself. His chin stuck out a little bit, but was not at all pointy and the form only defined his face even more, giving it its own shape and outline. His mouth had a cute oval-like form when his expression was at ease, but the moment he started smiling, everything seemed to light up as he revealed his flashing white teeth.

The things that intrigued her most, however, were his eyes. Two ultimately beautiful pools of darkness that she had never been able to read. There would always be a sparkle in them, even when he was tired or exhausted. His face would fall, but those eyes would keep sparkling. Every time she looked at them, she would try to find out what lay behind those eyes, inside of his head, but she never succeeded. He was readable like an open book, but only at times when he allowed it, like the times he cried of sadness or laughed with joy.

His tears hurt her, they always did. She could feel so much pain radiating from him whenever he showed his sadness. She could see his face turn into a mask of pain and hurt, but only when he allowed her to see it. He was always so careful to keep those feelings inside until they became too much for him and he had no choice but to let them out. At times when she caught him in such a situation, she would feel her own heart crying with him and she would like nothing more than to hold him, support him and help him.

But just like his tears made her hurt, so did his laughter cure her wounds. Whenever his bright smile appeared on his face or his high-pitched laughter sounded in her ears, she would feel the smile creep up on her own face as well. His jokes and gags would have her tear up from laughing or struggling to catch her breath while holding her hurting stomach. She would be flailing her arms aimlessly in an in vain will for air. And when the first hysteria passed by, she would always keep smiling for at least three more hours after.

That was how much she loved him. That was how much he influenced her. At a single falter of his smile she would be ready to comfort him, support him, take all of his pain and throw it in a deep hole. At every upward twitch of the corners of his mouth, she was ready to smile with him, to be happy because of his happiness and to cherish the moments that made him happy. All because she loved him that much.

She loved him like she had never loved anyone before. It was proven by the strange sensation in her stomach whenever his eyes would look right into hers and his smile would brighten his whole expression, by the feeling of happiness when he told her he loved her, by the way her heart leaped whenever she saw him. It was an obvious fact that she loved him, that she would do anything for him. She would gladly take all his hurt on her so that he would forever be happy.

Because where else on the world would she find someone else who was as caring as him? Where would she find someone who had the same golden heart, the same angelic voice, the same unconditional love? He was one in a billion and there were only seven billion people in the world. But he was still the purest of them all. He was like an angel sent down from heaven to make the world a little bit of a better place..

A smile broke through on her face when once again he said he loved her. Then the video ended and she was left with nothing but illusions and emptiness. He would never be hers. He would never know her. Her love would never be noticed. She would never hold him, support him or comfort him. She would never be more than a fan to him. And it was slowly killing her.