across the universe; pg; jonghyun/kibum
across the universe
jonghyun/kibum; pg; ~580w
He wishes to give him what he has, if only.
a/n: who miss me? lmao fine, i don't even think anyone remember me :| anyway, been busy with school, and i think i'm going to die soon if i don't write. I'VE EVEN FORGOTTEN HOW TO WRITE, IT'S CRAZY. this shit is rough and crappy, but i honestly like the image \o/ inspired by this and this, which are both beautiful ♥ okay i'm going back to my suck school life ;_______;
I’ll follow you everywhere
Kibum looks down to the street below him, bright lights and smokes from vehicles, blurred out and unclear, cut by the shine from the setting down sun, the peeking orange across the horizon. He lifts his hand, separating his fingers as he squints his eyes, down and below from the gaps of his palms, little people and moving things, fast and fast and Kibum laughs, because how innocent these people must be? He relaxes his shoulder before he stands up, his toes at the edge of the roof, and-
There’s a loud crack behind the wall at the corner, and Kibum sighs. “Are you going to stop?”
A gradient blonde walks out slowly, a grin spread across his face. His left eye is red while the other is green, and they twinkle in amusement as they see straight to Kibum. Trying to take away my soul, Kibum wonders, and knows that it’s true. To take something important, inside him, from him.
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Ouch,” Jonghyun chuckles, hand over his heart as if he has one, and a shiver runs up his spine. “Is it how you treat an old friend?”
“Do you even know what you’re saying,” he asks swiftly, ignorance, and in a blink, Jonghyun is in his private space. Long fingers against the side of his neck, nails scrapping, a little bit too deep, and warm breathe sweeps his hair off of his eyes, dry and cold. Jonghyun is still shorter, his boots add up his height but not too much, and Kibum almost laughs if not for the fact that he can snap his neck in a second. Not that he has ever tried before; no matter how many times Kibum lets his guard down and gives him opportunities, he never did. He doesn’t want it to be easy, that psycho. Or maybe he just, can’t. Interesting, he licks his lips, and the red eye follows the movement.
“You know what I want,” he whispers, but Kibum doesn’t falter.
“You know what I want,” he answers, rather calm, given the situation. Jonghyun’s grip tightens, and all Kibum does is stepping back, closer to the sky. “It can’t happen.”
“I’ll take it away,” Jonghyun brings up a hand, palm against his cheek, cold and cold and skin and skin and then his neck is gripped by two hands, like Jonghyun is pleading. His green eye is slightly closed, tearing, but the red one looks at him angrily, like always. It always ends this way, he thinks, nothing will ever change. Like knowing what he is thinking, his green eye looks up, bright and it reflects his grey irises, mixed with the yellow of the sun, the purple of the sky, and Kibum presses his hands against his chest. “I won’t let you do it.”
We’ll see, his red eye tells him, and in a second, he is falling down, freefall and gravity pulls him, and when his wings spread out, the black of the night covering the bright colors, when he stares at the red and the green, the small smirk on his lips, he wishes, really hopes, that Jonghyun can just crush his soul and everything can end, the block in his heart, on his shoulder, gone. Be the one to end this world, and he lets his mind wanders before he lifts himself up, a moment away from cracking his skull open. Eyes opened, and Jonghyun is not there when he’s searching.
Until I eat your heart.
jonghyun/kibum; pg; ~580w
He wishes to give him what he has, if only.
a/n: who miss me? lmao fine, i don't even think anyone remember me :| anyway, been busy with school, and i think i'm going to die soon if i don't write. I'VE EVEN FORGOTTEN HOW TO WRITE, IT'S CRAZY. this shit is rough and crappy, but i honestly like the image \o/ inspired by this and this, which are both beautiful ♥ okay i'm going back to my suck school life ;_______;
I’ll follow you everywhere
Kibum looks down to the street below him, bright lights and smokes from vehicles, blurred out and unclear, cut by the shine from the setting down sun, the peeking orange across the horizon. He lifts his hand, separating his fingers as he squints his eyes, down and below from the gaps of his palms, little people and moving things, fast and fast and Kibum laughs, because how innocent these people must be? He relaxes his shoulder before he stands up, his toes at the edge of the roof, and-
There’s a loud crack behind the wall at the corner, and Kibum sighs. “Are you going to stop?”
A gradient blonde walks out slowly, a grin spread across his face. His left eye is red while the other is green, and they twinkle in amusement as they see straight to Kibum. Trying to take away my soul, Kibum wonders, and knows that it’s true. To take something important, inside him, from him.
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Ouch,” Jonghyun chuckles, hand over his heart as if he has one, and a shiver runs up his spine. “Is it how you treat an old friend?”
“Do you even know what you’re saying,” he asks swiftly, ignorance, and in a blink, Jonghyun is in his private space. Long fingers against the side of his neck, nails scrapping, a little bit too deep, and warm breathe sweeps his hair off of his eyes, dry and cold. Jonghyun is still shorter, his boots add up his height but not too much, and Kibum almost laughs if not for the fact that he can snap his neck in a second. Not that he has ever tried before; no matter how many times Kibum lets his guard down and gives him opportunities, he never did. He doesn’t want it to be easy, that psycho. Or maybe he just, can’t. Interesting, he licks his lips, and the red eye follows the movement.
“You know what I want,” he whispers, but Kibum doesn’t falter.
“You know what I want,” he answers, rather calm, given the situation. Jonghyun’s grip tightens, and all Kibum does is stepping back, closer to the sky. “It can’t happen.”
“I’ll take it away,” Jonghyun brings up a hand, palm against his cheek, cold and cold and skin and skin and then his neck is gripped by two hands, like Jonghyun is pleading. His green eye is slightly closed, tearing, but the red one looks at him angrily, like always. It always ends this way, he thinks, nothing will ever change. Like knowing what he is thinking, his green eye looks up, bright and it reflects his grey irises, mixed with the yellow of the sun, the purple of the sky, and Kibum presses his hands against his chest. “I won’t let you do it.”
We’ll see, his red eye tells him, and in a second, he is falling down, freefall and gravity pulls him, and when his wings spread out, the black of the night covering the bright colors, when he stares at the red and the green, the small smirk on his lips, he wishes, really hopes, that Jonghyun can just crush his soul and everything can end, the block in his heart, on his shoulder, gone. Be the one to end this world, and he lets his mind wanders before he lifts himself up, a moment away from cracking his skull open. Eyes opened, and Jonghyun is not there when he’s searching.
Until I eat your heart.