[fanfic] The last time we made love you said that you love me true
Title: The last time we made love you said that you love me true
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: angst, drama
Rating: PG-13 (ah, for real, i have no idea x-x *hate this rating thing*)
Warning: character death
Summary: This time has long ago faded away, slipped through your fingers like sand.
Disclaimer: I don't own YooSu.
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You want to go back to the time where you laid next to him, watching him sleep. But how could you even think of this?! This time has long ago faded away, slipped through your fingers like sand.
His footsteps echo in your head when you come across the hallway. All eyes are fixed on you, but you don’t notice them really.
Finally you reach the coffin, where he lies. His eyes are closed and you think he is full of beauty, still now in such a moment.
You remember the cheerful moments where you laughed and joked together with him.
But you feel nothing except blankness like a whole white room without sound or feel.
With a last, glancing look on his cold corpse you turn around and sit beside Jaejoong who looks cold and calm, but you know what he really is feeling and you feel bad for him.
The same is with Yunho and Changmin who are sitting on the next chairs.
You feel bad for the three, because they have lost their friend, a friend who was like a brother to them.
The ceremony in the church ended soon and you walk while speaking to other people who also knew him outside.
Though you talk with the strangers who come to you your eyes always search for your friends.
They are also busy with talking and explaining this and that and you feel sorry for them. They shouldn’t have to do this now. They should rest and grieve for him.
A little, bitter smile appears on your lips.
How can you think something like this?!
When could they ever rest and care for themselves?!
The time has passed and new stars appeared on the horizon of the music heaven, but still you are popular people, you still have fans.
With a last friendly smile you say goodbye to the last person and go to them.
“Are you okay, Chun-ah?”
These are the first spoken words after hours between you and them and you just nod slightly.
“But you don’t look so.”
Changmin’s voice almost doesn’t reach your ear, because the silence in your own white room arrives your head.
You have to force yourself to not look tired but you make it and smile again.
“Isn’t this normal?! You all look more than not okay.”
You are glad that your voice sounds normal and not the same like you feel at the moment, empty and just so tired.
You four talked then for a few minutes more before you said goodbye and left them with the request for them to rest and sleep a little. They gave this back but you again just nodded and agreed.
You didn’t want to discuss anything.
Finally you reach your flat where you have live alone now for a long time already.
Everyone of their former band ‘Dong Bang Shin Ki’ have since two or more years a wife and a home where they could come back at any time. Yunho even has children already.
You are glad for them and you were it for him too.
Your thoughts go to his wife and his twin for a moment but not for long before you force yourself on something else.
Your eyes catch the piano and you smile slightly bitter and melancholic now to yourself.
With almost hesitating footsteps you walk to it and sit then down on the bank in front of it.
You never touched it since he left it here with you, alone.
And now, at this moment, you feel the urge to play a little, just to strum a little on it, not for real.
It feels right and wrong at the same time when your fingers touch the white keys and you wince.
But once your fingers are unified with the piano again, you can’t resist playing. You just can’t stop the moving of your hands over the keys.
You play for the remaining time, until it starts to dawn outside.
Your eyes closed on their own during the playing and you hadn’t realized it until now, where you open them again.
“Junsu…”
The blankness is filled with this one name.
Your hands fall down and the silence fills again the room around you.
You smile again and stand up.
With one last gaze you shut the piano.
Pairing: YooSu
Genre: angst, drama
Rating: PG-13 (ah, for real, i have no idea x-x *hate this rating thing*)
Warning: character death
Summary: This time has long ago faded away, slipped through your fingers like sand.
Disclaimer: I don't own YooSu.
~~
You want to go back to the time where you laid next to him, watching him sleep. But how could you even think of this?! This time has long ago faded away, slipped through your fingers like sand.
His footsteps echo in your head when you come across the hallway. All eyes are fixed on you, but you don’t notice them really.
Finally you reach the coffin, where he lies. His eyes are closed and you think he is full of beauty, still now in such a moment.
You remember the cheerful moments where you laughed and joked together with him.
But you feel nothing except blankness like a whole white room without sound or feel.
With a last, glancing look on his cold corpse you turn around and sit beside Jaejoong who looks cold and calm, but you know what he really is feeling and you feel bad for him.
The same is with Yunho and Changmin who are sitting on the next chairs.
You feel bad for the three, because they have lost their friend, a friend who was like a brother to them.
The ceremony in the church ended soon and you walk while speaking to other people who also knew him outside.
Though you talk with the strangers who come to you your eyes always search for your friends.
They are also busy with talking and explaining this and that and you feel sorry for them. They shouldn’t have to do this now. They should rest and grieve for him.
A little, bitter smile appears on your lips.
How can you think something like this?!
When could they ever rest and care for themselves?!
The time has passed and new stars appeared on the horizon of the music heaven, but still you are popular people, you still have fans.
With a last friendly smile you say goodbye to the last person and go to them.
“Are you okay, Chun-ah?”
These are the first spoken words after hours between you and them and you just nod slightly.
“But you don’t look so.”
Changmin’s voice almost doesn’t reach your ear, because the silence in your own white room arrives your head.
You have to force yourself to not look tired but you make it and smile again.
“Isn’t this normal?! You all look more than not okay.”
You are glad that your voice sounds normal and not the same like you feel at the moment, empty and just so tired.
You four talked then for a few minutes more before you said goodbye and left them with the request for them to rest and sleep a little. They gave this back but you again just nodded and agreed.
You didn’t want to discuss anything.
Finally you reach your flat where you have live alone now for a long time already.
Everyone of their former band ‘Dong Bang Shin Ki’ have since two or more years a wife and a home where they could come back at any time. Yunho even has children already.
You are glad for them and you were it for him too.
Your thoughts go to his wife and his twin for a moment but not for long before you force yourself on something else.
Your eyes catch the piano and you smile slightly bitter and melancholic now to yourself.
With almost hesitating footsteps you walk to it and sit then down on the bank in front of it.
You never touched it since he left it here with you, alone.
And now, at this moment, you feel the urge to play a little, just to strum a little on it, not for real.
It feels right and wrong at the same time when your fingers touch the white keys and you wince.
But once your fingers are unified with the piano again, you can’t resist playing. You just can’t stop the moving of your hands over the keys.
You play for the remaining time, until it starts to dawn outside.
Your eyes closed on their own during the playing and you hadn’t realized it until now, where you open them again.
“Junsu…”
The blankness is filled with this one name.
Your hands fall down and the silence fills again the room around you.
You smile again and stand up.
With one last gaze you shut the piano.