time after time
time after time
ot5
character death and angst.
lyrical headers from time after time by quietdrive (or cyndi lauper, whatever.)
i hear the clock tick and think of you
the night is dark, cloudy and starless; changmin imagines god has stolen them all and used them for his own personal jar of stars, origami playthings until the next cloudless night. the digital clock reads two in the morning and changmin thinks the nonexistent ticking is the saddest sound he's ever heard.
he thinks of stars and rising suns and wonders where it all went wrong.
caught up in circles, confusion's nothing new
life is a slow, boring routine now. changmin works at a small cafe down the street from his apartment then goes home. there is no jaejoong to greet him when he comes home anymore, no junsu to play video games and computer games with, no yoochun to teach him how to compose songs, no yunho to help him with the latest chapter of math he's having trouble with.
the days are one constant circle, and changmin was never good at geometry.
you say go slow; i fall behind
changmin remembers the last a-nation they did: walking down the hallway, they all left junsu behind, wait up, guys-- go slower!, and changmin slowed to a crawl while they all left him, laughing.
junsu laughed louder and came back for him.
the second hand unwinds
changminnie, do you ever wish you could stop time?
no, not really. why?
nothing. i was just wondering. sometimes i just wish i could, i guess. so we could stay this way forever.
don't say things like that, hyung. we'll always be this way, even if time keeps.
maybe.
changmin wonders if yoochun knew.
i'm walking too far ahead
changmin walks too fast when he goes to work and too slow he comes home. home is where the heart is, but home is where he doesn't want to be. he wonders if this means he's lost his heart.
ahead, his apartment complex comes into view, and changmin's heart lurches. there is no junsu beside him, now.
you're calling; i can't hear what you've said
the voice on the other line is too calm, and changmin's too nervous.
look; find me
even after two years yunho still looks the same. changmin can't force himself to move, so yunho finds him instead.
if you fall i'll catch you; i'll be waiting
do you remember, yunho asks, still too calm, but eyes overbright, do you remember when jaejoong hurt his knee?
changmin will never forget, nods with memories and water swimming in his eyes.
we all caught him, yunho says, and this time his calm is too much, his eyes lose their shine as tears roll down his cheeks, like he caught us the very first day.
changmin wonders if yunho is really talking about them, or himself.
the drum beats out of time
yoochun is back in virginia, his brother died a year ago, yunho says, i haven't heard from him in a while. a pause, loud in its echoing silence. i went to their graves yesterday.
changmin hasn't went to them since the funeral, since the day the rising sun fell. he marvels yunho's strength, the strength he himself never had.
my picture fades; darkness turns to gray
changmin stands by yunho's side, and the setting sun reflects off of the faded pictures on the tombstones. changmin closes his eyes and the images of jaejoong's hidden laughter and junsu's smile darken and fade as the sun disappears.
watching through windows, you're wondering if i'm ok
changmin remembers seeing an old rising sun poster in the window of a record store. he cries as he tells yunho how he almost bought it, even though he has picture upon picture at home.
yunho clasps his hand and holds him close; even after all this time, he's still helping changmin with his problems.
time after time
yoochun flies in. they meet for drinks, share memories and laughter and tears.
changmin sleeps at night now-- the ticking stops, but time keeps.
ot5
character death and angst.
lyrical headers from time after time by quietdrive (or cyndi lauper, whatever.)
i hear the clock tick and think of you
the night is dark, cloudy and starless; changmin imagines god has stolen them all and used them for his own personal jar of stars, origami playthings until the next cloudless night. the digital clock reads two in the morning and changmin thinks the nonexistent ticking is the saddest sound he's ever heard.
he thinks of stars and rising suns and wonders where it all went wrong.
caught up in circles, confusion's nothing new
life is a slow, boring routine now. changmin works at a small cafe down the street from his apartment then goes home. there is no jaejoong to greet him when he comes home anymore, no junsu to play video games and computer games with, no yoochun to teach him how to compose songs, no yunho to help him with the latest chapter of math he's having trouble with.
the days are one constant circle, and changmin was never good at geometry.
you say go slow; i fall behind
changmin remembers the last a-nation they did: walking down the hallway, they all left junsu behind, wait up, guys-- go slower!, and changmin slowed to a crawl while they all left him, laughing.
junsu laughed louder and came back for him.
the second hand unwinds
changminnie, do you ever wish you could stop time?
no, not really. why?
nothing. i was just wondering. sometimes i just wish i could, i guess. so we could stay this way forever.
don't say things like that, hyung. we'll always be this way, even if time keeps.
maybe.
changmin wonders if yoochun knew.
i'm walking too far ahead
changmin walks too fast when he goes to work and too slow he comes home. home is where the heart is, but home is where he doesn't want to be. he wonders if this means he's lost his heart.
ahead, his apartment complex comes into view, and changmin's heart lurches. there is no junsu beside him, now.
you're calling; i can't hear what you've said
the voice on the other line is too calm, and changmin's too nervous.
look; find me
even after two years yunho still looks the same. changmin can't force himself to move, so yunho finds him instead.
if you fall i'll catch you; i'll be waiting
do you remember, yunho asks, still too calm, but eyes overbright, do you remember when jaejoong hurt his knee?
changmin will never forget, nods with memories and water swimming in his eyes.
we all caught him, yunho says, and this time his calm is too much, his eyes lose their shine as tears roll down his cheeks, like he caught us the very first day.
changmin wonders if yunho is really talking about them, or himself.
the drum beats out of time
yoochun is back in virginia, his brother died a year ago, yunho says, i haven't heard from him in a while. a pause, loud in its echoing silence. i went to their graves yesterday.
changmin hasn't went to them since the funeral, since the day the rising sun fell. he marvels yunho's strength, the strength he himself never had.
my picture fades; darkness turns to gray
changmin stands by yunho's side, and the setting sun reflects off of the faded pictures on the tombstones. changmin closes his eyes and the images of jaejoong's hidden laughter and junsu's smile darken and fade as the sun disappears.
watching through windows, you're wondering if i'm ok
changmin remembers seeing an old rising sun poster in the window of a record store. he cries as he tells yunho how he almost bought it, even though he has picture upon picture at home.
yunho clasps his hand and holds him close; even after all this time, he's still helping changmin with his problems.
time after time
yoochun flies in. they meet for drinks, share memories and laughter and tears.
changmin sleeps at night now-- the ticking stops, but time keeps.