Fanfiction: Partner For Life
Author: whitefoxbuns
Pairing: Yunho/jaejoong (jaeho)
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Rating: PG-13
Status: *complete
Genre: Romance, Thriller, Angst
Summary: What happened when a human's need overdrives? When someone crosses the limit? When love turns to obsession or maybe it is still love? What happened when being in love is being trap?
A/N: This is a collection of poem written somewhat related to one another. It can be thought as incomplete or complete
Prologue: Night of the Dancing Flame
The moonlight shines silently on the cold empty street.
So cold so lonely, the wind moans in the autumn night.
Somewhere among the midst…the sound of nature plays hypnotically.
Chase after chase, the auburn leaves fly away together yet separate.
A shadow blends in with shadows, creeping along the walls, along the pavement, hesitating…stopping…breathing…going.
Tracing after the prancing footsteps, under the watching street light…I follow.
My fingers itch and tingle.
“My dancing flame” shivers and gasps.
My heartbeat is his lost rhythm.
Sliding, melting against the concrete, camouflaging my skin with the icy
bricks…and he turns around curiously.
Silence…we continue my game.
“My dancing flame” is the music of my night.
The nectar humming keening from that milky throat, and my eyes were dilated.
Again dancing and I copied him…only not innocence but desire.
I must follow this “dancing flame”…I must have him.
The air pricking at my lips and I licked the pain away.
Envisioning those wicked legs and thighs trembling, my hunger burns.
So young so free…I need…my dancing flame
I sucked in his air…ah……the taste of a beauty, the taste of a virgin flame…I lost my senses.
He paces quietly, I pace soundlessly.
My…my…I’m throbbing…blood pulsing…heat rushing…my heart bursting for his flame…
And finally my fingers tips were burn…
Touching those heavenly onyx strands, my fingers burn.
My “dancing flame” will you turn for me?
He continues walking…humming…prancing…
My “dancing flame” aren’t you cold?
I let out a silent puff of warm air.
He shudders and slowly gasps.
Cinnamon and vanilla…ah…your favorite perfumes.
I know.
The melody of jazz…ah…your favorite tunes.
I know.
What are you thinking my “dancing flame”?
Did you know I was with you all along? With you…
All…along.
It was hard for me…but I endure, because I need your warmth.
Tonight is the night.
My “dancing flame” stopped…suddenly.
I froze.
Don’t run away from me my love…
Don’t deny it…I need you.
Why must you do that my love?
You can run but you can’t hide from me.
I can win this game…but let’s play.
Wait for me…I’ll be there soon…
My dancing flame.
And the rhythm rises with the night.
The wind whines on and on…the moonlight weakened against the embrace of the dark
clouds…
Droplets…crying…dripping…soaking those beautiful auburn leaves…
The only light is the light of the dancing flame, flickering away.
Chapter One: Sinking Feeling
Soaked…
Everything…wet and gloom…the sky was ripped, threatened by the raging storm.
Lighting…thunders…raped the darkening canvas.
Raindrops slapping against the pavement…wind screeching and wailing…begging the storm to ease…
For a moment, dripping tears were all I see.
Steps by steps our forms backed up…
We dove into the quick sand of time…
You and I…together…again.
Heat and want…fear and need…lonely against this trapping corner “
God… I’m on fire…” Whimpers turned me on…and I…I don’t think I can hold back.
November rain had washed away my sanity…
I embraced my desire…clinging on to my thread of life... “Don’t run…”
Time is sand on my hand…
Droplets seeping through the thick old coat…raking through our pores…
Sooth my longing…arousing his pacing heart.
His body pressed harshly onto the rough…icy…stone wall…
Pressed…pushed…trapped.
The sound of finger nails scratching the cement…scratching away…away until the skin pricked red.
Unwillingly he gave away to my hold…
I grasped them tight…licked clean off his pain…licked clean off my craving “I know you…your body…your heart” “But…” “
You don’t know me.”
Your body…hissing…shying…hiding from my touch.
Those beautiful, wet strands shielding away your fearful gaze…
I want to see them….those heavenly eyes.
My bitter breaths ghosted over your tinted cheek…you turned away…afraid it might warm your shivering lips. I want to taste them…those puckering petals.
“Don’t talk…don’t talk…don’t talk”
My palm whispered over your rosen buds…asking you…to understand…
Hot turned ice cold sweats, trailing down your chin…breaking free from your gasping breath.
Silent weeps peaking through my hardening fingers…escaping for help…
Your shivers…shudder…sobs… Your body…your love…your fear… Your everything… Sparks my insanity…sparks my insanity. I hugged you tight…covering your fingers…covering your lips…
“Don’t resist me my love.” I warmed you up…rubbing your body…that I want…breathing…
Let me clench you into my heat…into my love…into my yearning for you.
“Does it feel cold baby?” “Does it feel hot?”
You shed tears… harder…louder…faster… It’s painful to see you like this… So… I’ll take you home..come with me…
I’ll take you home.
My hands clasped tightly over you.
Calming you down with my assistance…
The prescription scent did the trick. You stop, no more tears…
A nap was good…was good… Isn’t it better to be in my arms…willingly? I won’t deny…we fit like pieces of a puzzle? Your pale rosy skin…hot and soft to my touch…
I love you so…so…much. Do you want me? Do you not? It’s a new day…let’s us be this way…
Together forever. Heading home…you sinking in my arms… Two forlorn bodies drowning into the night…drowning under the sky
Drowning in sinking feeling.
Chapter Two: Upstairs
One more glass…then one more…the intoxication dripping, trickling down my throat
My senses heightened along with the noises in the surrounding.
Painful…it is painful…with each and everyone sounds radiating from upstairs…
My heart ached and weakened by pulse.
The white liquid tastes so bitter on my tongue…my lips… burn my throat… my soul.
I turned toward the door, my longings reached for the hidden treasure.
Leaking lights crippling under the shadow, delivered the cries, the tears…
A saddened smile slowly formed on my dark face,
For you I listen, struggling in fear, in the silence, muffling behind the oak door.
Finally my angel, my flame is here with me.
You who will heal me, breaking my fall, warm me up and tear me down.
Pushing my will, body being pull toward you by a string, I hollowly wander to you.
Footsteps sounded so far and foreign to my senses
Carried me…carried me…upstairs.
Contact with the creak I turned the frame away from my shield, from my vision
To you…to see…To see you…
For a moment in life, I would be ashes just to be held in your eyes.
Time stops, my breath did so, but you continue on.
Gazing…questioning…begging…crying.
Crying.
I am too.
The warm, wet smell intoxicates, fuming, hazing, and grasping my breath, myheart.
We never exchange
Not a single word.
I am here, you are here but we are not.
Your shadow less beauty glow with intensity putting out the candle flame by my window.
How I long to be burn…to be teach and to be learn by you.
Leaning back, you pulled the string, pulling…pulling…pulling me…to you.
Breaking my gaze you cast away my heart, and throw it to the open fire.
The hard pearls tearing away your luscious lips…your lids cover your beautiful windows.
My throat constricted against my sight.
I held back my will to reach out for you…to hold you.
A whimper takes me back to you.
I yearned to ease the pain on your wrist, clasping in metal, mashed in pain and cuts.
There, I did my way, relieving you.
Holding your hands tight,
The salty liquid, the aching pain, taste even bitter than alcohol.
My heart bleeds as you bleed.
Warm tears on my face trickled down and fall onto the heavenly skin, the beautiful red pain, mixing with yours.
Why didn’t you pull away?
Why are you so patient?
You never speak, only sit there and stare.
At me…
At what we have…
Started and continue…