And we were hiding from the rain
Title: And we were hiding from the rain
Pairing: Jaesu
Rating: G
Word Count: 238
A/N: This, is something weird. Really really weird. I don't know where it came from. /: Would love to hear comments.
Colours splayed on walls and hair, an array of graffiti decorated the streets.
Each individual is different.
Mundane is banned and routine is spit- get it out.
Droplets fall and colours splatter upon contact with anything it touches. They call it rain.
Flowers bloom in the rain, poppoppop. Red maroon green blue lilac.
Each colour belonged to a person. Each colour shielded them from the rain.
And ohwhatabeautifulpicture, as some stood by the sidewalk, waiting for the light to turn
from radiant red to glorious green. Some others couldn’t care less.
Rules? Screw them.
A man dressed in a suit, stiff and black, neat and proper.
He waits for the light, a routine.
An outcast.
A man dressed in a suit, stiff and white, neat and proper.
He waits for the light, a routine.
An outcast.
The glorious green light finally appears. Flowers crossed and petals intermingled.
Black and white crossed paths.
Halt.
Black stares at white. White stares at black.
Run.
Fat drops of rain laugh mercilessly on their black and white flowers- tainting tainting tainting.
But not them. No, no colours on them.
Shelter found in a dilapidated building, they abandoned their flowers to a side.
Black and white collide.
Oh they share a kiss as passionate as black, as pure as white.
Jaejoong. What’s your name.
Junsu.
And they share a love, black and white.
No shades of grey in between.
Just-
Black and white.
Pairing: Jaesu
Rating: G
Word Count: 238
A/N: This, is something weird. Really really weird. I don't know where it came from. /: Would love to hear comments.
Colours splayed on walls and hair, an array of graffiti decorated the streets.
Each individual is different.
Mundane is banned and routine is spit- get it out.
Droplets fall and colours splatter upon contact with anything it touches. They call it rain.
Flowers bloom in the rain, poppoppop. Red maroon green blue lilac.
Each colour belonged to a person. Each colour shielded them from the rain.
And ohwhatabeautifulpicture, as some stood by the sidewalk, waiting for the light to turn
from radiant red to glorious green. Some others couldn’t care less.
Rules? Screw them.
A man dressed in a suit, stiff and black, neat and proper.
He waits for the light, a routine.
An outcast.
A man dressed in a suit, stiff and white, neat and proper.
He waits for the light, a routine.
An outcast.
The glorious green light finally appears. Flowers crossed and petals intermingled.
Black and white crossed paths.
Halt.
Black stares at white. White stares at black.
Run.
Fat drops of rain laugh mercilessly on their black and white flowers- tainting tainting tainting.
But not them. No, no colours on them.
Shelter found in a dilapidated building, they abandoned their flowers to a side.
Black and white collide.
Oh they share a kiss as passionate as black, as pure as white.
Jaejoong. What’s your name.
Junsu.
And they share a love, black and white.
No shades of grey in between.
Just-
Black and white.