Lovebirds
Title: Lovebirds
Author: KC
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: G
Summary: Just a random drabble spurred on by conversation...
Author's Notes: n/a
"Lovebirds"
I didn't believe what my friends were telling me when I first heard the story of the lovebirds. When lovebirds find a mate, nine out of ten are together until death. When one dies, the other will cry and peck its own feathers out. According to veterinarians, it is depression that makes these birds go into this state, and the bird has a high chance of dying within a year.
And today you left. You went back across the country, back to your home after our holidays were spent. I can only lie on the sofa in the blanket we had wrapped around us not even seven hours earlier from now- and I swear that it still smells like you. There's no signs that you were here but your scent...and that cheap nickel machine ring that wraps around my thumb. It bothers you, I know. And there will be rust stains around our thumbs where the metal got wet from perspiration...but I can only hope that you keep it on, no matter the discomfort.
I can only hope that you had a good time with us.
And I remember when you were walking through that gate...getting ready to catch your flight back home...back where you would be for God-knows-how-long...Just that one kiss before you left.
"Junsu," you said. "I'll miss you so much..."
And you caressed my hair and wrapped your arms around my waist.
I could taste my own tears when you kissed me, and I know you could, too. The faceless bodies that walked around us could see, but I didn't care. You were going to leave soon. My spot beside you would be empty and would soon be filled by a passenger on a plane, someone that would surely annoy you until your flight is over...But I can only hope that you think of it the same way I do.
Sure...absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence also makes the heart ache.
I suppose that it's better that you're leaving to go home...and that you're not leaving me forever. I'd sit here. Cry my eyes out. Pull my own hair out.
I would die within a year.
-Fin
Author: KC
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: G
Summary: Just a random drabble spurred on by conversation...
Author's Notes: n/a
"Lovebirds"
I didn't believe what my friends were telling me when I first heard the story of the lovebirds. When lovebirds find a mate, nine out of ten are together until death. When one dies, the other will cry and peck its own feathers out. According to veterinarians, it is depression that makes these birds go into this state, and the bird has a high chance of dying within a year.
And today you left. You went back across the country, back to your home after our holidays were spent. I can only lie on the sofa in the blanket we had wrapped around us not even seven hours earlier from now- and I swear that it still smells like you. There's no signs that you were here but your scent...and that cheap nickel machine ring that wraps around my thumb. It bothers you, I know. And there will be rust stains around our thumbs where the metal got wet from perspiration...but I can only hope that you keep it on, no matter the discomfort.
I can only hope that you had a good time with us.
And I remember when you were walking through that gate...getting ready to catch your flight back home...back where you would be for God-knows-how-long...Just that one kiss before you left.
"Junsu," you said. "I'll miss you so much..."
And you caressed my hair and wrapped your arms around my waist.
I could taste my own tears when you kissed me, and I know you could, too. The faceless bodies that walked around us could see, but I didn't care. You were going to leave soon. My spot beside you would be empty and would soon be filled by a passenger on a plane, someone that would surely annoy you until your flight is over...But I can only hope that you think of it the same way I do.
Sure...absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence also makes the heart ache.
I suppose that it's better that you're leaving to go home...and that you're not leaving me forever. I'd sit here. Cry my eyes out. Pull my own hair out.
I would die within a year.
-Fin