50 words challenge [3/50]
Title: Immortal 3/50
Pairing: JungMin/YoungSaeng; [past:JungMin/?]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: Character death
Summary: When the heart is broken nothing can be done to fix it properly. When the heart is crushed one time, it will always be.
A/N: Just had a bad day
JungMin stared down at the body in front of him.
He hated it, he really heated it to its largest extent.
It was a curse, a unforgivable, sarcastic, abhorrent curse.
The young man buried his head deeper into his arms folded across his knees, exhaling slowly.
How much deeper could he sink, how much more pain could he bear until he would break totally.
The heart down in his chest wasn't the same it used to be times ago .
Broken too often, scattered into thousand pieces way too many times.
Carefully rebuilt just to be crushed again at the end of another love, of another lifetime.
He pulled himself together, remaining in a standing position, head hanging low.
He had to get out of here, had to travel again, far away, as far as possible, leaving everything behind.
Trying to fix his broken heart again, leaving more scars onto his already pitted soul.
He gazed down into the open coffin one last time before pulling out a photograph.
The colours were already faded and it was crinkled at the edges but you could still see the smiling faces.
Two people, far too carefree for his personal liking.
One of them himself, the other laying in front of him.
He slowly trailed the soft features of the others face, brushing the dark bangs out of his face before leaning down for one last kiss.
"Thank you." He murmured, caressing the cold cheek gentle
"For making this phase of life worth living." He pressed a soft kiss onto the dead lips before slowly turning around, leaving the already deserted church.
Carefully he put the picture away into his briefcase, away to three other ones, much older, one even in black and white. A bitter smile crossed his face.
"Nee, who are these people?" Big eyes looking at him in pure curiosity.
He turned around, eyes wide open before smiling gentle.
"Old friends of mine. I don't want to forget them so I keep their photographs." He answered, slowly taking the pictures out of the others hands.
"Why isn't there one of me?" The other started, pout clear defined on his face.
"Don't you like me?"
Jungmin chuckled before taking the other into his arms.
"Silly," he muttered into the raven hair before pulling away.
"You have a special place in here," he laughed while pointing to his heart.
"I have you, I do not need your photo anytime soon."
With that he pulled the other one close again, kissing him lightly on his forehead.
A tear made its way down his face while he climbed up the last stairs of the huge building, opening the door toward the roof top.
"Now I need your photo, too." he whispered, looking one last time on the cheerful picture before stuffing it back into his pocket.
Climbing over the fence he stood up looking down onto the busy street.
"I just wish I wouldn't need it to remember." he muttered before letting go of the fence, collapsing down into the depth.
He didn't noticed the impact, a dull throb was all he felt and he knew he had reached the ground.
He stared, trying to ignore the roused mass of stupid people running around him, screaming, staring in utter disbelief without doing anything efficient.
He closed his eyes.
The dull throb in his head was easing off much to fast for his liking.
He needed the pain, wanted the pain more than everything else.
Why? What had he done wrong in his former life to deserve such a curse?
The pain in his head was already gone.
"Why ?" he whispered towards the sky, teary eyes slowly opening.
"Why did you pushed me into this body?"
This body, unable to die.
Pairing: JungMin/YoungSaeng; [past:JungMin/?]
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Warning: Character death
Summary: When the heart is broken nothing can be done to fix it properly. When the heart is crushed one time, it will always be.
A/N: Just had a bad day
JungMin stared down at the body in front of him.
He hated it, he really heated it to its largest extent.
It was a curse, a unforgivable, sarcastic, abhorrent curse.
The young man buried his head deeper into his arms folded across his knees, exhaling slowly.
How much deeper could he sink, how much more pain could he bear until he would break totally.
The heart down in his chest wasn't the same it used to be times ago .
Broken too often, scattered into thousand pieces way too many times.
Carefully rebuilt just to be crushed again at the end of another love, of another lifetime.
He pulled himself together, remaining in a standing position, head hanging low.
He had to get out of here, had to travel again, far away, as far as possible, leaving everything behind.
Trying to fix his broken heart again, leaving more scars onto his already pitted soul.
He gazed down into the open coffin one last time before pulling out a photograph.
The colours were already faded and it was crinkled at the edges but you could still see the smiling faces.
Two people, far too carefree for his personal liking.
One of them himself, the other laying in front of him.
He slowly trailed the soft features of the others face, brushing the dark bangs out of his face before leaning down for one last kiss.
"Thank you." He murmured, caressing the cold cheek gentle
"For making this phase of life worth living." He pressed a soft kiss onto the dead lips before slowly turning around, leaving the already deserted church.
Carefully he put the picture away into his briefcase, away to three other ones, much older, one even in black and white. A bitter smile crossed his face.
"Nee, who are these people?" Big eyes looking at him in pure curiosity.
He turned around, eyes wide open before smiling gentle.
"Old friends of mine. I don't want to forget them so I keep their photographs." He answered, slowly taking the pictures out of the others hands.
"Why isn't there one of me?" The other started, pout clear defined on his face.
"Don't you like me?"
Jungmin chuckled before taking the other into his arms.
"Silly," he muttered into the raven hair before pulling away.
"You have a special place in here," he laughed while pointing to his heart.
"I have you, I do not need your photo anytime soon."
With that he pulled the other one close again, kissing him lightly on his forehead.
A tear made its way down his face while he climbed up the last stairs of the huge building, opening the door toward the roof top.
"Now I need your photo, too." he whispered, looking one last time on the cheerful picture before stuffing it back into his pocket.
Climbing over the fence he stood up looking down onto the busy street.
"I just wish I wouldn't need it to remember." he muttered before letting go of the fence, collapsing down into the depth.
He didn't noticed the impact, a dull throb was all he felt and he knew he had reached the ground.
He stared, trying to ignore the roused mass of stupid people running around him, screaming, staring in utter disbelief without doing anything efficient.
He closed his eyes.
The dull throb in his head was easing off much to fast for his liking.
He needed the pain, wanted the pain more than everything else.
Why? What had he done wrong in his former life to deserve such a curse?
The pain in his head was already gone.
"Why ?" he whispered towards the sky, teary eyes slowly opening.
"Why did you pushed me into this body?"
This body, unable to die.