Falling Cherry Blossoms
Title: Falling cherry blossoms
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo
Author: 3tarlight
Rating: pg
Length: drabble (like 572 words)//Genre: slight angst, au, spoiler warning (highlight)character death
Disclaimer: I do not own Baekhyun or Kyungsoo nor am I making profit off this. This is merely a fanfiction but it is MINE fanfiction. ~
Summary: They were just two kids trying to make it.
a/n: This is a really short little thing I wrote when I was bored a while back and decide I'll share it with everyone because, why not? Oh, and I recommend you listen to this song . Recommend but not required. Enjoy!
We were just two kids trying to make it.
I keep telling myself that, even after all the years of robbery. Robbing for so long until we weren't kids anymore. And we turned into lovers. As your breath catches in the moonlight drifting in from the open window, along with the cool summer breeze that touches your flesh; causing goose bumps in its wake.
You shiver, breathing out how you want the windows closed or at least the blinds pulled because someone could walk by and see us. And then what? I muttered across your skin. Milky and flawless, I leaned down to have a taste of it. Delicious.
We could heard sirens in the background as you panted. Sweat rolling down my temple as my lips smirked towards the bright red face infront of me. 'Byun Baekhyun and Do Kyungsoo, you have one minute to come out with your hands up or we'll be forced to make an entrance.'
Your eyes widened at the request. What are we going to do, Baek? I continued my smile but I knew it would never reach my eyes as the light caught ahold of the one glistering tear that escaped out of the smaller man's dusty brown orbs. Orbs I thought I'll never in this lifetime see break in the dark room.
So beautiful.
'You got ten seconds now to come out with your hands up or well be forced to used entrance! Ten!'
I'm sad to say this but this is the end.
'Nine!'
What? Confusion written all too well upon the features I loved and admired for so long.
'Eight!'
Eyes well rounded, pleading, begging as you let out a whimper.
'Seven!'
You’re joking? Tell me your joking Baek! We won't let it all end like this, right? We won't. Right.
'Six!'
Shush, my darling, my sweet darling Kyungsoo. I whispered to you, soft and slowly, beautiful like falling pink blossoms in the spring.
'Five!'
Our love will never die. You hear me? Never die.
'Four!'
Your quite sobs could be heard in this old town if one listened close enough. I murmured Kyungsoo over and over again into your ear as you clutched on to me.
'Three!'
I love you, Kyungsoo I mumbled into your sweet skin for the last time, breathing in the lovely violet aroma that always seemed to surround you better than all the time I held you in my arms. As I think about it, I always seemed to be the one holding onto you for dear breathe. Funny how things turn out in your final moment, never thought I would see you here clutching on to me for dear life as I lifted a gun to the side of your head, you tilting yours to the perfect fit to my left temple.
'Two! This chance, come out now with your hands held in the air and we won't use force! Come out and surrendered! We will not ask again!'
Never.
'One!'
The sound of gun shots ranged in the distance of this lonely, old town.
Remember when we were just two kids trying to make it?
Pairing: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo
Author: 3tarlight
Rating: pg
Length: drabble (like 572 words)//Genre: slight angst, au, spoiler warning (highlight)character death
Disclaimer: I do not own Baekhyun or Kyungsoo nor am I making profit off this. This is merely a fanfiction but it is MINE fanfiction. ~
Summary: They were just two kids trying to make it.
a/n: This is a really short little thing I wrote when I was bored a while back and decide I'll share it with everyone because, why not? Oh, and I recommend you listen to this song . Recommend but not required. Enjoy!
We were just two kids trying to make it.
I keep telling myself that, even after all the years of robbery. Robbing for so long until we weren't kids anymore. And we turned into lovers. As your breath catches in the moonlight drifting in from the open window, along with the cool summer breeze that touches your flesh; causing goose bumps in its wake.
You shiver, breathing out how you want the windows closed or at least the blinds pulled because someone could walk by and see us. And then what? I muttered across your skin. Milky and flawless, I leaned down to have a taste of it. Delicious.
We could heard sirens in the background as you panted. Sweat rolling down my temple as my lips smirked towards the bright red face infront of me. 'Byun Baekhyun and Do Kyungsoo, you have one minute to come out with your hands up or we'll be forced to make an entrance.'
Your eyes widened at the request. What are we going to do, Baek? I continued my smile but I knew it would never reach my eyes as the light caught ahold of the one glistering tear that escaped out of the smaller man's dusty brown orbs. Orbs I thought I'll never in this lifetime see break in the dark room.
So beautiful.
'You got ten seconds now to come out with your hands up or well be forced to used entrance! Ten!'
I'm sad to say this but this is the end.
'Nine!'
What? Confusion written all too well upon the features I loved and admired for so long.
'Eight!'
Eyes well rounded, pleading, begging as you let out a whimper.
'Seven!'
You’re joking? Tell me your joking Baek! We won't let it all end like this, right? We won't. Right.
'Six!'
Shush, my darling, my sweet darling Kyungsoo. I whispered to you, soft and slowly, beautiful like falling pink blossoms in the spring.
'Five!'
Our love will never die. You hear me? Never die.
'Four!'
Your quite sobs could be heard in this old town if one listened close enough. I murmured Kyungsoo over and over again into your ear as you clutched on to me.
'Three!'
I love you, Kyungsoo I mumbled into your sweet skin for the last time, breathing in the lovely violet aroma that always seemed to surround you better than all the time I held you in my arms. As I think about it, I always seemed to be the one holding onto you for dear breathe. Funny how things turn out in your final moment, never thought I would see you here clutching on to me for dear life as I lifted a gun to the side of your head, you tilting yours to the perfect fit to my left temple.
'Two! This chance, come out now with your hands held in the air and we won't use force! Come out and surrendered! We will not ask again!'
Never.
'One!'
The sound of gun shots ranged in the distance of this lonely, old town.
Remember when we were just two kids trying to make it?