When Sakura Blossoms (jaejoong/changmin)
When Sakura Blossoms
.Monday
I fucking hate you.
A whisper in the wind and it dies down.
Why do people love you. You're nothing but a burden.
A petal of cherry blossom slowly descends, swaying from side to side in the winds' rythm.
Why can't you ever go away, voice hitched, a lump forming at his throat never come back. I'll be happy then.
Thoughts of the prickling sensation pushed aside, ChangMin continues gazing high up at the flurry of pink descending his way.
The wind blew right past him, warm.
It's slowly changing to fit what's coming.
.Tuesday
Stepping on the platform, it's not for another three minutes upon the train's arrival and the station is already starting to get packed. Mornings are never pleasant, especially in subways.
Obnoxious businessmen making loud phonecalls, loud teenagers on their way to school gather in groups, ahjummas shoving their way through and not to mention the jerking of the train every couplee of minutes that sends ChangMin (and everyone else) stumbling, groping blindly in hopes of keeping balance.
It's all nothingness now.
ChangMin can't hear the curses, flying at a speed of a hundred miles per hour, coming from the man clad in a suit not two meters from him. Neither can he hear the loud giggling of those schoolgirls who were blushing profusely, one even pointing at him ever so subtly. And he certainly didn't feel the pounding headache he got when his head met with that metal pole when the train jerked.
It's all numb. Just like his heart.
However, he does feel the heat intensifying with every passing day.
Warmer and warmer.
.Wednesday
ChangMin's gotten used to the routine. His old, single, bachelor of a routine.
That meeting was a swell one. As swell as listening to old men complaining about their dysfunctional toilet ever goes, that is.
By this time of the week, he's gotten used to keeping his hopes low upon coming home. Sliding that key, unlocking the door only to be greeted with darkness, emptiness and silence.
No more delectable scents wafting in the air, teasing his appetite. No more homely of a home where the lights are on, television left for no one's viewing pleasure, radio abandoned for the laptop. And more importantly, a petite figure backfacing him as a form of greeting as he busies himself with the dishes, oblivious to ChangMin's presence- No more of that.
Take-outs are really becoming his best friend. It's all he ever had for the past God knows how many days.
Cooking was never ChangMin's forte. What's more, he can't bring himself to touch that pink apron hanging by the kitchen door. It reeks too much of him.
Staring at the inanimate object, images of the past conjured in his mind. It intensifies as though everything was happening all over again, reliving the moment.
It ended as abruptly as it came.
Shuffling towards the doorframe, ChangMin held a hand out for the cloth, brushing his fingers along the rim of it as his eyes distanced.
You know I love you, right?
Mhmm, those brown locks nestled in his embrace.
And you know that I know how much you love cooking, right? ChangMin mumbles into his hair, holding JaeJoong's form against him.
Where are you getting at? JaeJoong gazed up at him, a playful smile on his lips.
ChangMin took a step back from the latter, mumbling a 'stay here,' before dashing into the room and coming back with hands behind his back.
Close your eyes, JaeJoong complied.
One last knot and JaeJoong beams as he peered down, amused, appreciative and indelibly impressed to say the least. ChangMin stood there, grinning.
This is really pretty, the latter held the fabric in his hands, but I'm not a girl you know. he held it up Pink? a lighthearted laugh reverberated in his chest.
ChangMin held his arms out just as JaeJoong reached for him, nestling back to their previous cuddling session. I can always trade it for another color if you want, his fingers traced the contour of JaeJoong's features, the latter shook his head.
I love it. You will never hear me say this again so listen carefully, he pursed his lips if it's from you, it will always be perfect. JaeJoong nuzzled his face on ChangMin's chest, a creeping blush evident on his cheeks.
It all came crashing down the same way as ChangMin drops to his knees, clutching at the fabric- a strong grip, his mind willing him to realize the strength in his grip won't make him stay.
But what does his mind know.
Only the pain in his heart.
.Thursday
Don't forget tomorrow is half day, ChangMin-ah. YooChun, his colleague, hollered across the hallway.
It will be Friday already. Time sure flies.
He glanced at his broken pictureframe, sitting forlornly at the edge of the desk.
But the pain doesn't.
It sure felt like forever back then.
That breeze took it away.
.Friday
Half day sure went a lot faster than the usual full office hours.
Not that he can tell the difference anymore.
Time is just a blur in his memory.
It's pink.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of Hokkaido's food festival, the sky is tinted a light blue, decorated with pink- spiraling its way unto the pavement, far down from its branches.
ChangMin had hid himself away from the jostling of those crowds, away from the concoction of varied dishes wafting in the same air.
It's serene here.
The water below this puny white bridge mirrors everything in this realm, but ChangMin's eyes were set on what's above.
Those orbs continued gazing at every sway of those petals, dancing in the wind.
Ephemeral beauty.
Just like their love.
A stray petal landed on the back of his palm. His gaze never shifted away from it.
You were like a cherry blossom, our romance was like spring.
It's beautiful because it is short-lived, a voice took him by surprise. The petal swayed its way unto the rippling water as ChangMin grabbed the railing, unthinkingly and unnoticeably. His gaze were fixed on the pattern of the wooden floor.
Everything seems gray- that is, until his gaze landed on a pair of green orbs. New contacts.
He didn't change the slightest. Those locks stayed auricomous, his complexion still as luminescent as the winter snow they had seen together. Luminescence of nature, ChangMin had remarked previously. It still is.
It's still something I can't accept, JaeJoong trudged forward until they were a mere foot's away.
Even the empty shell of me has been smashed to pieces, a hitch in his voice and a shuddering breath.
It's painful. Just by simply hearing him. It's a wretched feeling.
I don't want to hear things like that, JaeJoong's eyes widened as ChangMin's smoldering gaze penetrates through his.
Circle around dizzyingly. Surviving every day with a clouded heart. This is a pattern that can't be helped, the latter straightens, taking a wee step towards the other. I thought I could spend this day thinking freely- of breaking through these walls and go. He stopped, a hair's breadth away from JaeJoong's form.
Going slowly is fine, just don't ever quit, ChangMin's eyes searching, flickering back and forth. Cause I can never quit you. Those tears were let loose, spilling carelessly onto the wodden floor as JaeJoong threw his arms over ChangMin's shoulders, latching himself on his form.
The week ended on a pretty good note.
Reconciling with a kiss on a bridge, under a blizzard of pink petals on a sunny afternoon that marks the last day of Spring.
It's good alright.
.Saturday
Waking up with an armful of JaeJoong and a head pillowed on his chest have never been this wonderful as a start of summer for ChangMin.
You were like a cherry blossom, our romance was like spring. A spring fling.
His gaze softened considerably as JaeJoong nuzzled even more on his jugular, hazed with sleep.
ChangMin brushed a stray strand of hair from the others' face, watching him relax more into his embrace.
A good start for summer indeed.
♥
//
.Monday
I fucking hate you.
A whisper in the wind and it dies down.
Why do people love you. You're nothing but a burden.
A petal of cherry blossom slowly descends, swaying from side to side in the winds' rythm.
Why can't you ever go away, voice hitched, a lump forming at his throat never come back. I'll be happy then.
Thoughts of the prickling sensation pushed aside, ChangMin continues gazing high up at the flurry of pink descending his way.
The wind blew right past him, warm.
It's slowly changing to fit what's coming.
.Tuesday
Stepping on the platform, it's not for another three minutes upon the train's arrival and the station is already starting to get packed. Mornings are never pleasant, especially in subways.
Obnoxious businessmen making loud phonecalls, loud teenagers on their way to school gather in groups, ahjummas shoving their way through and not to mention the jerking of the train every couplee of minutes that sends ChangMin (and everyone else) stumbling, groping blindly in hopes of keeping balance.
It's all nothingness now.
ChangMin can't hear the curses, flying at a speed of a hundred miles per hour, coming from the man clad in a suit not two meters from him. Neither can he hear the loud giggling of those schoolgirls who were blushing profusely, one even pointing at him ever so subtly. And he certainly didn't feel the pounding headache he got when his head met with that metal pole when the train jerked.
It's all numb. Just like his heart.
However, he does feel the heat intensifying with every passing day.
Warmer and warmer.
.Wednesday
ChangMin's gotten used to the routine. His old, single, bachelor of a routine.
That meeting was a swell one. As swell as listening to old men complaining about their dysfunctional toilet ever goes, that is.
By this time of the week, he's gotten used to keeping his hopes low upon coming home. Sliding that key, unlocking the door only to be greeted with darkness, emptiness and silence.
No more delectable scents wafting in the air, teasing his appetite. No more homely of a home where the lights are on, television left for no one's viewing pleasure, radio abandoned for the laptop. And more importantly, a petite figure backfacing him as a form of greeting as he busies himself with the dishes, oblivious to ChangMin's presence- No more of that.
Take-outs are really becoming his best friend. It's all he ever had for the past God knows how many days.
Cooking was never ChangMin's forte. What's more, he can't bring himself to touch that pink apron hanging by the kitchen door. It reeks too much of him.
Staring at the inanimate object, images of the past conjured in his mind. It intensifies as though everything was happening all over again, reliving the moment.
It ended as abruptly as it came.
Shuffling towards the doorframe, ChangMin held a hand out for the cloth, brushing his fingers along the rim of it as his eyes distanced.
You know I love you, right?
Mhmm, those brown locks nestled in his embrace.
And you know that I know how much you love cooking, right? ChangMin mumbles into his hair, holding JaeJoong's form against him.
Where are you getting at? JaeJoong gazed up at him, a playful smile on his lips.
ChangMin took a step back from the latter, mumbling a 'stay here,' before dashing into the room and coming back with hands behind his back.
Close your eyes, JaeJoong complied.
One last knot and JaeJoong beams as he peered down, amused, appreciative and indelibly impressed to say the least. ChangMin stood there, grinning.
This is really pretty, the latter held the fabric in his hands, but I'm not a girl you know. he held it up Pink? a lighthearted laugh reverberated in his chest.
ChangMin held his arms out just as JaeJoong reached for him, nestling back to their previous cuddling session. I can always trade it for another color if you want, his fingers traced the contour of JaeJoong's features, the latter shook his head.
I love it. You will never hear me say this again so listen carefully, he pursed his lips if it's from you, it will always be perfect. JaeJoong nuzzled his face on ChangMin's chest, a creeping blush evident on his cheeks.
It all came crashing down the same way as ChangMin drops to his knees, clutching at the fabric- a strong grip, his mind willing him to realize the strength in his grip won't make him stay.
But what does his mind know.
Only the pain in his heart.
.Thursday
Don't forget tomorrow is half day, ChangMin-ah. YooChun, his colleague, hollered across the hallway.
It will be Friday already. Time sure flies.
He glanced at his broken pictureframe, sitting forlornly at the edge of the desk.
But the pain doesn't.
It sure felt like forever back then.
That breeze took it away.
.Friday
Half day sure went a lot faster than the usual full office hours.
Not that he can tell the difference anymore.
Time is just a blur in his memory.
It's pink.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of Hokkaido's food festival, the sky is tinted a light blue, decorated with pink- spiraling its way unto the pavement, far down from its branches.
ChangMin had hid himself away from the jostling of those crowds, away from the concoction of varied dishes wafting in the same air.
It's serene here.
The water below this puny white bridge mirrors everything in this realm, but ChangMin's eyes were set on what's above.
Those orbs continued gazing at every sway of those petals, dancing in the wind.
Ephemeral beauty.
Just like their love.
A stray petal landed on the back of his palm. His gaze never shifted away from it.
You were like a cherry blossom, our romance was like spring.
It's beautiful because it is short-lived, a voice took him by surprise. The petal swayed its way unto the rippling water as ChangMin grabbed the railing, unthinkingly and unnoticeably. His gaze were fixed on the pattern of the wooden floor.
Everything seems gray- that is, until his gaze landed on a pair of green orbs. New contacts.
He didn't change the slightest. Those locks stayed auricomous, his complexion still as luminescent as the winter snow they had seen together. Luminescence of nature, ChangMin had remarked previously. It still is.
It's still something I can't accept, JaeJoong trudged forward until they were a mere foot's away.
Even the empty shell of me has been smashed to pieces, a hitch in his voice and a shuddering breath.
It's painful. Just by simply hearing him. It's a wretched feeling.
I don't want to hear things like that, JaeJoong's eyes widened as ChangMin's smoldering gaze penetrates through his.
Circle around dizzyingly. Surviving every day with a clouded heart. This is a pattern that can't be helped, the latter straightens, taking a wee step towards the other. I thought I could spend this day thinking freely- of breaking through these walls and go. He stopped, a hair's breadth away from JaeJoong's form.
Going slowly is fine, just don't ever quit, ChangMin's eyes searching, flickering back and forth. Cause I can never quit you. Those tears were let loose, spilling carelessly onto the wodden floor as JaeJoong threw his arms over ChangMin's shoulders, latching himself on his form.
The week ended on a pretty good note.
Reconciling with a kiss on a bridge, under a blizzard of pink petals on a sunny afternoon that marks the last day of Spring.
It's good alright.
.Saturday
Waking up with an armful of JaeJoong and a head pillowed on his chest have never been this wonderful as a start of summer for ChangMin.
You were like a cherry blossom, our romance was like spring. A spring fling.
His gaze softened considerably as JaeJoong nuzzled even more on his jugular, hazed with sleep.
ChangMin brushed a stray strand of hair from the others' face, watching him relax more into his embrace.
A good start for summer indeed.
♥
//