Words - 1/1
Words. (hyukjae/junsu)
505 words. light angst. G
Junsu is young and puberty is cruel, but thankfully, friends are not.
"Junsu," comes the barely audible whisper.
He turns at the sound of his name. He wants to say something back but the strange hormonal jumps in his body prevent him from doing so; he hasn't said a word in seventeen days. He can't even say hi to his best enemy anymore, the one sitting on the bench not five feet behind him. Hyukjae could insult him forever and all Junsu would be able to do would be to sit and stare at him.
"Junsu," he says again, and Junsu wants to get angry, because there he is, speaking like it's nothing at all when Junsu would give his soul just to be able to make the chords in his voicebox flutter and strike against air-borne echoes.
"I knew you would come." He's trying so hard not to cry. Hyukjae was always such a cry baby. He's suffocating the sobs with a fist in his mouth, eyes clenched tight and tears silvering down his cheeks. "Oh god, I knew that this was where you were going," he chokes around his knuckles.
Junsu doesn't have anything he wants to say, he just looks down at his hands, all white and pink from the cold.
"Say something," the other boy screams, still crying. Junsu just looks, just looks at him and watches the cold shock of realisation hit him. "Oh god, oh god."
He walks up to Junsu and puts one hand on his shoulder, the other over his eyes and Junsu can hear him openly sobbing now, screaming and crying and choking and it makes no difference whether or not Junsu can see him doing this; he knows exactly what Hyukjae looks like right now.
Junsu takes a hold of his hand, the one that was over his eyes, and walks him to the edge of the cliff. He's still crying, but he's trying to stop, for Junsu. He rubs his entire face against the sleeve of his other arm, shoulders shuddering from his breaths. Junsu just waits, staring out at the night scenery. Hyukjae finally turns to him, eyes swollen and red and nose running and he looks ridiculous but Junsu gives his hand a squeeze and Hyukjae gives him one back so he knows that he's lucid now, at least.
They both turn towards the twinkling stars of the city and scream until Hyukjae's lungs give in and Junsu's voice remembers to wake up.
(PS.
One day, Eunhyuk will be watching/listening to anything about Xiah, what he's doing, where he's going, what he thinks and everything he wants and he will somehow come upon the interview where Junsu talks about how he would scream at night in hopes of his voice coming back and Eunhyuk will be glad that Xiah feels comfortable enough with his past that he is willing to share it with the world and leave out certain, very certain but also very important, details and Hyukjae--
Hyukjae will press both his hands against Eunhyuk's eyes and cry until he can't breathe.)
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` if i told you i loved you with something other than words, would you hear me? / of course, always, always, i would, i could, please. / liar.
505 words. light angst. G
Junsu is young and puberty is cruel, but thankfully, friends are not.
"Junsu," comes the barely audible whisper.
He turns at the sound of his name. He wants to say something back but the strange hormonal jumps in his body prevent him from doing so; he hasn't said a word in seventeen days. He can't even say hi to his best enemy anymore, the one sitting on the bench not five feet behind him. Hyukjae could insult him forever and all Junsu would be able to do would be to sit and stare at him.
"Junsu," he says again, and Junsu wants to get angry, because there he is, speaking like it's nothing at all when Junsu would give his soul just to be able to make the chords in his voicebox flutter and strike against air-borne echoes.
"I knew you would come." He's trying so hard not to cry. Hyukjae was always such a cry baby. He's suffocating the sobs with a fist in his mouth, eyes clenched tight and tears silvering down his cheeks. "Oh god, I knew that this was where you were going," he chokes around his knuckles.
Junsu doesn't have anything he wants to say, he just looks down at his hands, all white and pink from the cold.
"Say something," the other boy screams, still crying. Junsu just looks, just looks at him and watches the cold shock of realisation hit him. "Oh god, oh god."
He walks up to Junsu and puts one hand on his shoulder, the other over his eyes and Junsu can hear him openly sobbing now, screaming and crying and choking and it makes no difference whether or not Junsu can see him doing this; he knows exactly what Hyukjae looks like right now.
Junsu takes a hold of his hand, the one that was over his eyes, and walks him to the edge of the cliff. He's still crying, but he's trying to stop, for Junsu. He rubs his entire face against the sleeve of his other arm, shoulders shuddering from his breaths. Junsu just waits, staring out at the night scenery. Hyukjae finally turns to him, eyes swollen and red and nose running and he looks ridiculous but Junsu gives his hand a squeeze and Hyukjae gives him one back so he knows that he's lucid now, at least.
They both turn towards the twinkling stars of the city and scream until Hyukjae's lungs give in and Junsu's voice remembers to wake up.
(PS.
One day, Eunhyuk will be watching/listening to anything about Xiah, what he's doing, where he's going, what he thinks and everything he wants and he will somehow come upon the interview where Junsu talks about how he would scream at night in hopes of his voice coming back and Eunhyuk will be glad that Xiah feels comfortable enough with his past that he is willing to share it with the world and leave out certain, very certain but also very important, details and Hyukjae--
Hyukjae will press both his hands against Eunhyuk's eyes and cry until he can't breathe.)
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` if i told you i loved you with something other than words, would you hear me? / of course, always, always, i would, i could, please. / liar.