junhyung/hyunseung: the joker game
the joker game
junhyung/hyunseung
pg-13, angst, drama
the joker game.
the moment hyunseung sees junhyung, he just knows he's trouble.
the way junhyung moves his body to the beat of the music (hyunseung wonders if it's possible for someone to move with such grace yet so intensively), the way that cheeky, annoying smirk played on his damn lips (beautifully curled and tinted with cherry reds), the way his brows lifted and eyes skimming the dancing crowds (those dark, pitch-black eyes that sparkled brighter than any lights hyunseung had ever seen).
junhyung is trouble, and hyunseung doesn't know how to get away.
he knows when junhyung pushed him against the wall and pressed his lips (beautifully curled and tinted with cherry reds, though they tasted nothing like cherrys, more like bittersweet rejections) roughly against his own, those are not real kisses. those are not real promises.
he knows when junhyung crawled into the bed with him and pressed his body (that holds with such grace so intense hyunseung thinks he might break) against his and their bare skin touched and a heated passion filled between the blanks, those are not real love. those are not real promises.
when they kiss, hyunseung tasted nothing but the bitter truth. when they made love, hyunseung felt himself breaking, little by little. hyunseung felt the rawing pain tugging the strings of his heart and he felt lightheaded and a little dizzy and he's addicted.
hyunseung is addicted to junhyung, and hyunseung doesn't know how to get away.
junhyung plays his game, and hyunseung is like the lost piece trapped in the maze, waiting for junhyung to lead him towards the finish line, towards the end, towards hyunseung's end.
hyunseung is loosing, and he can feel the weight on his shoulders and the closer he is to the finishing line, the more weight pushes him down on his knees.
so he crawls to junhyung for more, for more and more and more because hyunseung is addicted, and he doesn't know how to get away. but maybe one day hyunseung will win. maybe one day junhyung will realize that those kisses are hyunseung's promises, waiting for junhyung to mend them. maybe one day junhyung will realize that those love sessions are hyunseung's real, true feelings, waiting for junhyung to return them.
maybe, maybe one day, junhyung will realize that he loves hyunseung.
"what are we?" hyunseung breathed, voice mingled with the broken pieces of reality and muted love.
"we're nothing." junhyung said, and hyunseung smiled.
in the end, nothing last forever.
author's note:
seungie dear why you so hard to write :|
i have like completely no knowledge/experiences with this couple, at all, but i just felt the sudden urge to write some angsty junseung. sorry for butchering them ;____;
junhyung/hyunseung
pg-13, angst, drama
the joker game.
the moment hyunseung sees junhyung, he just knows he's trouble.
the way junhyung moves his body to the beat of the music (hyunseung wonders if it's possible for someone to move with such grace yet so intensively), the way that cheeky, annoying smirk played on his damn lips (beautifully curled and tinted with cherry reds), the way his brows lifted and eyes skimming the dancing crowds (those dark, pitch-black eyes that sparkled brighter than any lights hyunseung had ever seen).
junhyung is trouble, and hyunseung doesn't know how to get away.
he knows when junhyung pushed him against the wall and pressed his lips (beautifully curled and tinted with cherry reds, though they tasted nothing like cherrys, more like bittersweet rejections) roughly against his own, those are not real kisses. those are not real promises.
he knows when junhyung crawled into the bed with him and pressed his body (that holds with such grace so intense hyunseung thinks he might break) against his and their bare skin touched and a heated passion filled between the blanks, those are not real love. those are not real promises.
when they kiss, hyunseung tasted nothing but the bitter truth. when they made love, hyunseung felt himself breaking, little by little. hyunseung felt the rawing pain tugging the strings of his heart and he felt lightheaded and a little dizzy and he's addicted.
hyunseung is addicted to junhyung, and hyunseung doesn't know how to get away.
junhyung plays his game, and hyunseung is like the lost piece trapped in the maze, waiting for junhyung to lead him towards the finish line, towards the end, towards hyunseung's end.
hyunseung is loosing, and he can feel the weight on his shoulders and the closer he is to the finishing line, the more weight pushes him down on his knees.
so he crawls to junhyung for more, for more and more and more because hyunseung is addicted, and he doesn't know how to get away. but maybe one day hyunseung will win. maybe one day junhyung will realize that those kisses are hyunseung's promises, waiting for junhyung to mend them. maybe one day junhyung will realize that those love sessions are hyunseung's real, true feelings, waiting for junhyung to return them.
maybe, maybe one day, junhyung will realize that he loves hyunseung.
"what are we?" hyunseung breathed, voice mingled with the broken pieces of reality and muted love.
"we're nothing." junhyung said, and hyunseung smiled.
in the end, nothing last forever.
author's note:
seungie dear why you so hard to write :|
i have like completely no knowledge/experiences with this couple, at all, but i just felt the sudden urge to write some angsty junseung. sorry for butchering them ;____;