Sweet Memory
Changmin remembers the first person he had seen die -his mother. Everyone said “with time the memory will disappear”. But Changmin clung to the memory. Like he clung to the clothes in the closet he was hiding in. He remembers his father fucking his dead mother into the creaky bed. He remembers running from his father, running until he was in the police station.
His nightmares will forever be filled with harsh breaths and footsteps.
Changmin remembers his first kill -Kim Younghee -his first girlfriend. She had big brown eyes and perfect straight dark brown hair. She had broken his heart and then kicked sand in his face.
“You’re not manly enough for me”.
Changmin stuck into her room while she was sleeping and held her pillow over her face. Just like daddy did to Mommy. She didn’t even fight it. Changmin remembers crying as he walked to the police station.
Changmin remembers his first fuck -Lee Jinki -A prostitute. He was cute, happy, and adorable; tasted sweeter then candy.
“You can call me Onew.”
He was younger then Changmin, much too young, for his life to be so fucked up. But he looked beautiful, moans loudly, eyes crossed and body smooth. He is a professional after all. Changmin didn’t even kill him as he slept curled into his shirt.
He was the only person Changmin couldn’t kill.
Changmin remembers the first person he respected -An Chil-hyeon-Police chief. He was smart, brave and a hero. He’s saved countless lives and was respected by everyone.
“Being a hero isn’t always easy.”
But he turned out to just be another dirty cop. Ties to the mafia and a past no man wants. Not every addiction is easy to handle. He died protecting a boy during a shootout.
One of those bad cops, gone good.
Changmin remembers his first crime -Park Jung-Su -A gangster; A murderer. He is cunning, evil and honest. Changmin knew he was bad from the first time he laid eyes on him.
“Just unlock the door brat, I promise to bring you along.”
He brought Changmin in and raised him. Gave him a gun and showed him where to point it. A promise is a promise. He made Changmin the man he is. Taught him everything he knows.
“You didn’t want to be a good guy all your life, did ya?”
Changmin remembers his first friend -Kim Junsu -An idiot. He is clueless, loyal and biggest butt Changmin’s ever seen. He was the only person Junsu could count on. When Changmin joined the mafia, Junsu followed.
“We’re like family, we’re in this together”.
He was never the best but he didn’t care. One of those true friends. Took Changmin’s friendship and returned his own in return. Like Brothers.
Changmin remembers his first love. Kind “Changmin-ah.”, meek “Changmin-ah?”, beautiful “Changmin-ah!!”, needy “Changmin-ah~”
Changmin opens his eyes to stare up at a white ceiling. He blinks turning on his side to stare at his bedmate, still asleep, perfect. Long black hair, soft plump lips and flush cherry cheeks; so perfect.
“Yah, Yoochun! Get up.”
Yoochun groans a bit as he blinks, half sleep, “What’s wrong Changmin-ah? Are you feeling okay?” He wipes his eyes.
Changmin smiles, pulling him into a kiss, “I just wanted a kiss.”
Yoochun giggles, “You’re so weird.” He kisses Changmin again before curling into his chest. “Are you sure you’re ok, Changmin-ah?”
Changmin nods, “I’m perfect, Yoochun I promise.”
Yoochun nods, half asleep. “Fine. I love you.” Perfect.
“I love you too.” Just Perfect.
Park Yoochun. A lover. He was everything Changmin wanted; he still is. He’s just nothing short of perfect.
His nightmares will forever be filled with harsh breaths and footsteps.
Changmin remembers his first kill -Kim Younghee -his first girlfriend. She had big brown eyes and perfect straight dark brown hair. She had broken his heart and then kicked sand in his face.
“You’re not manly enough for me”.
Changmin stuck into her room while she was sleeping and held her pillow over her face. Just like daddy did to Mommy. She didn’t even fight it. Changmin remembers crying as he walked to the police station.
Changmin remembers his first fuck -Lee Jinki -A prostitute. He was cute, happy, and adorable; tasted sweeter then candy.
“You can call me Onew.”
He was younger then Changmin, much too young, for his life to be so fucked up. But he looked beautiful, moans loudly, eyes crossed and body smooth. He is a professional after all. Changmin didn’t even kill him as he slept curled into his shirt.
He was the only person Changmin couldn’t kill.
Changmin remembers the first person he respected -An Chil-hyeon-Police chief. He was smart, brave and a hero. He’s saved countless lives and was respected by everyone.
“Being a hero isn’t always easy.”
But he turned out to just be another dirty cop. Ties to the mafia and a past no man wants. Not every addiction is easy to handle. He died protecting a boy during a shootout.
One of those bad cops, gone good.
Changmin remembers his first crime -Park Jung-Su -A gangster; A murderer. He is cunning, evil and honest. Changmin knew he was bad from the first time he laid eyes on him.
“Just unlock the door brat, I promise to bring you along.”
He brought Changmin in and raised him. Gave him a gun and showed him where to point it. A promise is a promise. He made Changmin the man he is. Taught him everything he knows.
“You didn’t want to be a good guy all your life, did ya?”
Changmin remembers his first friend -Kim Junsu -An idiot. He is clueless, loyal and biggest butt Changmin’s ever seen. He was the only person Junsu could count on. When Changmin joined the mafia, Junsu followed.
“We’re like family, we’re in this together”.
He was never the best but he didn’t care. One of those true friends. Took Changmin’s friendship and returned his own in return. Like Brothers.
Changmin remembers his first love. Kind “Changmin-ah.”, meek “Changmin-ah?”, beautiful “Changmin-ah!!”, needy “Changmin-ah~”
Changmin opens his eyes to stare up at a white ceiling. He blinks turning on his side to stare at his bedmate, still asleep, perfect. Long black hair, soft plump lips and flush cherry cheeks; so perfect.
“Yah, Yoochun! Get up.”
Yoochun groans a bit as he blinks, half sleep, “What’s wrong Changmin-ah? Are you feeling okay?” He wipes his eyes.
Changmin smiles, pulling him into a kiss, “I just wanted a kiss.”
Yoochun giggles, “You’re so weird.” He kisses Changmin again before curling into his chest. “Are you sure you’re ok, Changmin-ah?”
Changmin nods, “I’m perfect, Yoochun I promise.”
Yoochun nods, half asleep. “Fine. I love you.” Perfect.
“I love you too.” Just Perfect.
Park Yoochun. A lover. He was everything Changmin wanted; he still is. He’s just nothing short of perfect.