Crevices
Crevices
yunho/jaejoong, PG-13, romance, angst.
crevices:
(n) A narrow crack or opening; a fissure or cleft.
all that remains of yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho are those little touches. red is the colour of betrayal. it's dirty and disgusting, mocks them both with decisions from the past.
a/n: this is thea/
purplehaze_33 writing in her yunjae/jaeho journal. 8D
sad smiles and empty promises; yunho doesn't say much except to kiss jaejoong and go back to sleep. he's not doing a good job at forgiveness and it seems even worse when it comes to jaejoong.
jaejoong says nothing and pleads for everything to go back to normal with his eyes; desperate and tired, dark circles and pale skin. he sits in bed, pair of scissors beside his foot and stares blankly at the coverlet turning red from white. it's dirty and disgusting, the colour of betrayal, mocking him with decisions from the past.
yunho comes back from work and goes straight for the first-aid kit, grabbing bandages and antiseptic cream. gently, sweetly, unbearably, these fleeting touches are. for yunho speaks not of forgiveness with his tenderness but because they just are. they've been jaejoong and yunho for so long, jaejoong doesn't know how just-jaejoong was and how he met just-yunho.
yunho and jaejoong. jaejoong and yunho, the older man whispers, voice breaking off into little fragments that refuse to piece together properly.
touch is simple, warm, tanned-contrasting-pale and all that remains in the crevices of yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho.
would you love me if i said sorry? yunho wraps the bandage around the cut, kissing it tenderly and refusing to look into jaejoong's eyes.
yunho has become attached to this thin, silvery thread keeping him bound to jaejoong. sharp features look carved under the harsh lighting of their bedroom; the younger man looks impossibly handsome. and unreachable, jaejoong thinks fighting down a wave of hysteria, so close and yet, so far.
the trouble is, yunho says blankly, i already love you.
jaejoong buries his face in the pillows, trembling uncontrollably. when he cries quietly, yunho smiles, a wide, beautiful smile showing off pearly-white teeth. the covers are pulled over the small figure curled up in a ball, anguished sobs racking his lover's thin frame.
yunho pours himself a glass of red wine and finishes it in one gulp. he doesn't like white wine anymore. red is dirty and disgusting, the colour of betrayal, mocking him with decisions from the past. he throws the glass at the framed photo on the mantelpiece.
breathing heavy and eyes wild, yunho steps over the shards of glass. he picks up the picture and looks at happiness. a thing of the past, mere transience.
just-yunho and just-jaejoong. arms thrown around each other. jaejoong planting a smacking kiss on yunho's cheek. a mock scandalized expression on the younger man's face.
Jung Yunho. Kim Jaejoong. National Intelligence Service. South Korea.
(-shoot him, he's a fucking traitor-
jaejoong-ah, please, please, i swear, i did not-
jung yunho, you have been found with classified documents on your person and accused of conspiring with a north korean officer-
-piece of shit, just shoot him, jaejoong, shoot him!-
-p-papers that were in my possession. yun-jung, drop the gun. do as i say! drop the fucking gun or i will put a bullet through your head, you hear me?
-jaejoong, love, please, please give me a chance to explain, i was drugged-
boom.)
(-you didnt kill him-
did you find out?
...he was innocent. however, as an officer, your job was to kill him. you're going to be kicked out-
fuck you. what about yunho?
-he'll be demoted-)
(this is how i'll break you into little pieces.
this is how i'll fuck with your mind.
this is how i'll break yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho.
for you see, love, i dont need to hurt you physically.
the sound of you crying quietly is the sound of a heart broken, mind shattered, soul destroyed.
don't worry, jaejoong.
i still love you.)
yunho/jaejoong, PG-13, romance, angst.
crevices:
(n) A narrow crack or opening; a fissure or cleft.
all that remains of yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho are those little touches. red is the colour of betrayal. it's dirty and disgusting, mocks them both with decisions from the past.
a/n: this is thea/
purplehaze_33 writing in her yunjae/jaeho journal. 8D
sad smiles and empty promises; yunho doesn't say much except to kiss jaejoong and go back to sleep. he's not doing a good job at forgiveness and it seems even worse when it comes to jaejoong.
jaejoong says nothing and pleads for everything to go back to normal with his eyes; desperate and tired, dark circles and pale skin. he sits in bed, pair of scissors beside his foot and stares blankly at the coverlet turning red from white. it's dirty and disgusting, the colour of betrayal, mocking him with decisions from the past.
yunho comes back from work and goes straight for the first-aid kit, grabbing bandages and antiseptic cream. gently, sweetly, unbearably, these fleeting touches are. for yunho speaks not of forgiveness with his tenderness but because they just are. they've been jaejoong and yunho for so long, jaejoong doesn't know how just-jaejoong was and how he met just-yunho.
yunho and jaejoong. jaejoong and yunho, the older man whispers, voice breaking off into little fragments that refuse to piece together properly.
touch is simple, warm, tanned-contrasting-pale and all that remains in the crevices of yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho.
would you love me if i said sorry? yunho wraps the bandage around the cut, kissing it tenderly and refusing to look into jaejoong's eyes.
yunho has become attached to this thin, silvery thread keeping him bound to jaejoong. sharp features look carved under the harsh lighting of their bedroom; the younger man looks impossibly handsome. and unreachable, jaejoong thinks fighting down a wave of hysteria, so close and yet, so far.
the trouble is, yunho says blankly, i already love you.
jaejoong buries his face in the pillows, trembling uncontrollably. when he cries quietly, yunho smiles, a wide, beautiful smile showing off pearly-white teeth. the covers are pulled over the small figure curled up in a ball, anguished sobs racking his lover's thin frame.
yunho pours himself a glass of red wine and finishes it in one gulp. he doesn't like white wine anymore. red is dirty and disgusting, the colour of betrayal, mocking him with decisions from the past. he throws the glass at the framed photo on the mantelpiece.
breathing heavy and eyes wild, yunho steps over the shards of glass. he picks up the picture and looks at happiness. a thing of the past, mere transience.
just-yunho and just-jaejoong. arms thrown around each other. jaejoong planting a smacking kiss on yunho's cheek. a mock scandalized expression on the younger man's face.
Jung Yunho. Kim Jaejoong. National Intelligence Service. South Korea.
(-shoot him, he's a fucking traitor-
jaejoong-ah, please, please, i swear, i did not-
jung yunho, you have been found with classified documents on your person and accused of conspiring with a north korean officer-
-piece of shit, just shoot him, jaejoong, shoot him!-
-p-papers that were in my possession. yun-jung, drop the gun. do as i say! drop the fucking gun or i will put a bullet through your head, you hear me?
-jaejoong, love, please, please give me a chance to explain, i was drugged-
boom.)
(-you didnt kill him-
did you find out?
...he was innocent. however, as an officer, your job was to kill him. you're going to be kicked out-
fuck you. what about yunho?
-he'll be demoted-)
(this is how i'll break you into little pieces.
this is how i'll fuck with your mind.
this is how i'll break yunho and jaejoong, jaejoong and yunho.
for you see, love, i dont need to hurt you physically.
the sound of you crying quietly is the sound of a heart broken, mind shattered, soul destroyed.
don't worry, jaejoong.
i still love you.)