Grounded (OPEN CHALLENGE: FLASHFIC CHALLENGE 63: NAILS IN MY FEET)
Title: Grounded
Author: beauty0fparting
Word Count: 188
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Concrit: Hit me
Rating: PG
My hands are tied,
My body's bruised, she's left me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
- U2, With or Without You
Grounded
This is the hardest part of being with Yoochun and you know it. With the silence resonating in your ears and synchronizing with your heartbeat like a throbbing bass, you lie there still as a rock. You never knew quietude could be so loud.
You feel the bed move and hear the blanket rustle in the distance and you’re back to the quiet. How can an arm’s length feel so far?
You think back to a few hours ago and your mind drowns with the words, “Was I too harsh? Have I gone too far?” Before you find out, you hear the sounds of what you want to say before you even open your mouth, “I’m sorry.”
It took half a second for you realize it’s not your voice and mumble, “Me too.” Just after you said it, you feel him move towards you with an arm snaking its way around your waist and a breath breezing down on the back of you neck.
It might be the hardest part but in the end, his silence is like nails in your feet, keeping you grounded, keeping you his.
Author: beauty0fparting
Word Count: 188
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Concrit: Hit me
Rating: PG
My hands are tied,
My body's bruised, she's left me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
- U2, With or Without You
Grounded
This is the hardest part of being with Yoochun and you know it. With the silence resonating in your ears and synchronizing with your heartbeat like a throbbing bass, you lie there still as a rock. You never knew quietude could be so loud.
You feel the bed move and hear the blanket rustle in the distance and you’re back to the quiet. How can an arm’s length feel so far?
You think back to a few hours ago and your mind drowns with the words, “Was I too harsh? Have I gone too far?” Before you find out, you hear the sounds of what you want to say before you even open your mouth, “I’m sorry.”
It took half a second for you realize it’s not your voice and mumble, “Me too.” Just after you said it, you feel him move towards you with an arm snaking its way around your waist and a breath breezing down on the back of you neck.
It might be the hardest part but in the end, his silence is like nails in your feet, keeping you grounded, keeping you his.