[FIC] : A Bottle of Soul
Title: A Bottle of Soul (A Bottle of Promise) [Edited: May 7, 2013 | 12:15AM]
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, slight Angst, I guess.
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Length: Drabble
Summary: A bottle that held someone's soul, someone's promise.
A/N: In Yoochun's POV. A late bday fic for xsuju_addictx.
08.26.11 A Bottle of Soul, (A Bottle of Promise)
He clutched it against his chest, slowly closing his eyes as he face the warmth radiating from above, kissing his skin, heating up his body. Then a smile light up in his face as soon as he felt the wind ruffles his hair, it tickled his inside causing him to draw his thin jacket closer for warmth.
Fall. It is the time of the year when the cold breeze replaces the last season's heat. It was like a reminder that Winter is just around the corner. I should have worn a thicker jacket.
He kneeled down, fingertips touching the flowing water below him. Cold. It felt cold on his touch, just like the feeling in his heart.
He let it go, allowing the thing to float against the water. He knew its useless, he knew that he won't be coming back, not anytime soon, but something tells him to stay, to wait for him. To believe.
"Come back. I miss you."
***
A sudden chill run down his spine as soon as he stepped inside, it was a beautiful balcony that has the prettiest view of the lake.
A sense of familiarity overwhelmed him as he scanned the area around him, making his heart drummed erratically in his chest. Then something caught his attention, it was the two wooden chairs and a round table at the side, facing the said calm lake.
There was a nagging feeling inside him, it was telling him something, something he must remember but couldn't.
He hated it. Hated it when he couldn't explain these sudden feelings.
He didn't notice when the white curtain behind two large glass doors moved, he didn't even see when a sillhoeutte surfaced behind it. Then there was a voice, calling him, stopping him on his track.
A man was standing in front of him, eyes wide open in shock. He was wearing something too thin for the weather.
"This." He brought his hand out of his jacket, revealing something, something white, something rectangular with faded black ink on it while his other hand held an empty bottle.
The man just smiled at him, dimples adding to his already beautiful face.
"I've been waiting." The beautiful man said, his eyes shining with delight, "Welcome back~" he added before the said man yanked him into his arms.
***
He brought the paper against his chest, a paper that held the familiar hand writing of someone so dear to him.
His knees hit the ground, hands shaking. And just like that, the sky darkened, it was like the sky was feeling his pain, and then raindrops started to fall down at the same time his tears roll down his cheeks.
He was gone.
"I'll see you soon."
He read the words over and over but he couldn't feel the assurance behind it, assurance that they would meet again.
He doubted it. Jaejoong just left him.
***
The simple press of lips against his own brought his forgotten memories back together.
Jaejoong smiled down at him.
"I miss you too, Yoochun."
p.s i hope you'll like it Mun! :D
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, slight Angst, I guess.
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Length: Drabble
Summary: A bottle that held someone's soul, someone's promise.
A/N: In Yoochun's POV. A late bday fic for xsuju_addictx.
08.26.11 A Bottle of Soul, (A Bottle of Promise)
He clutched it against his chest, slowly closing his eyes as he face the warmth radiating from above, kissing his skin, heating up his body. Then a smile light up in his face as soon as he felt the wind ruffles his hair, it tickled his inside causing him to draw his thin jacket closer for warmth.
Fall. It is the time of the year when the cold breeze replaces the last season's heat. It was like a reminder that Winter is just around the corner. I should have worn a thicker jacket.
He kneeled down, fingertips touching the flowing water below him. Cold. It felt cold on his touch, just like the feeling in his heart.
He let it go, allowing the thing to float against the water. He knew its useless, he knew that he won't be coming back, not anytime soon, but something tells him to stay, to wait for him. To believe.
"Come back. I miss you."
***
A sudden chill run down his spine as soon as he stepped inside, it was a beautiful balcony that has the prettiest view of the lake.
A sense of familiarity overwhelmed him as he scanned the area around him, making his heart drummed erratically in his chest. Then something caught his attention, it was the two wooden chairs and a round table at the side, facing the said calm lake.
There was a nagging feeling inside him, it was telling him something, something he must remember but couldn't.
He hated it. Hated it when he couldn't explain these sudden feelings.
He didn't notice when the white curtain behind two large glass doors moved, he didn't even see when a sillhoeutte surfaced behind it. Then there was a voice, calling him, stopping him on his track.
A man was standing in front of him, eyes wide open in shock. He was wearing something too thin for the weather.
"This." He brought his hand out of his jacket, revealing something, something white, something rectangular with faded black ink on it while his other hand held an empty bottle.
The man just smiled at him, dimples adding to his already beautiful face.
"I've been waiting." The beautiful man said, his eyes shining with delight, "Welcome back~" he added before the said man yanked him into his arms.
***
He brought the paper against his chest, a paper that held the familiar hand writing of someone so dear to him.
His knees hit the ground, hands shaking. And just like that, the sky darkened, it was like the sky was feeling his pain, and then raindrops started to fall down at the same time his tears roll down his cheeks.
He was gone.
"I'll see you soon."
He read the words over and over but he couldn't feel the assurance behind it, assurance that they would meet again.
He doubted it. Jaejoong just left him.
***
The simple press of lips against his own brought his forgotten memories back together.
Jaejoong smiled down at him.
"I miss you too, Yoochun."
p.s i hope you'll like it Mun! :D