Printemps (yunho/jaejoong)
Printemps
A step followed by another. JaeJoong wasn't sure if what lay ahead up there was worth the trip. Yet, he still took the risk. A constantly nagging voice urged him to go for it, it's still there.
These stone steps weren't contemporary, it's been ages since anyone's gone up this way. It's plain obvious, the cracks made with every balancing of the foot, it's a route to solitaire.
However, this fair-haired, inquisitive bloke wasn't one to escape in melancholy. Purely curiousity.
It's warm today, not enough to perspire, just warm- toasty warm, just how JaeJoong likes it.
Once again, today is the day he feels the need to walk up those cold stone steps, adorned with new cracks with every passing day.
It isn't intentional. Some days he doesn't even think of going for a walk, but on days like this- where he senses a thin string tugging at him -he feels the need to.
Winds whiffing those flaxen hair of his into a spiral of unkempt tidiness kept him entertained- or caught up in ensuring their neatness at least.
He isn't so sure of what lay ahead. Sure, but not sure enough to reassure himself.
This time he looks downwards as he climbs up the steps. Only now does he realize how pretty the hill is, unhindered and laying by the sides of the stone steps, covered in moss and stray weeds with occasional blotches of pink and yellow drowned among green- it's pretty in a way that it isn't.
One last step. Finally.
Billowing in the wind, the burgundy scarf loosely wound around JaeJoong's neck fought against gravity as it whooshed its way up on a tree branch- a tad too high for JaeJoong to reach up to, even after tip-toeing on a bench.
A soft rustling of fabric followed a small pressure against his back, emitting slight warmth, and JaeJoong sees an outstretched arm next to his, reaching for his scarf with ease.
JaeJoong can neither feel nor hear anything anymore. He didn't hear his savior asking if the scarf was his nor did he recognize the feeling when a pair of hands wound the scarf around his neck.
He only jerked back to reality when the man called him by his name. And oh, his feet was back on the ground. How did that happen?
“JaeJoong-ah?”
I'm so sorry. I know no amount of roses could heal even the smallest fraction of the hurt I've done to you. I promise I'll do all I can, even if it means risking my life, to break free and meet you right here.
“JaeJoong.”
A leap of faith. I'm throwing away my pride just for you- just this once, give me all your trust and I swear I won't let it be a wavering decision. I'll be there. Even if the harshness of the cold penetrates its way unto my bones, I'd still be there.
“BooJae?”
Freedom means nothing when you're not by my side. Wishful thinking, mindless dreaming, a moment of insanity- whatever it is, holding on to you until the very last bit is not something I'd regret. I miss you. Every day is filled with darkness with nothing but fear and isolation filling every bit. I miss you. Your sweet smile was my daily dose of caffeine. I haven't had any all these time.
“I'm seeing things,” JaeJoong took a step back, eyes finally meeting Yunho's, slowly shaking his head.
Brows knitted, Yunho advanced towards his retreating lover. “Seeing things? No, I, no JaeJoong, it's me. It's really me,” shaking his head still, his eyes mirrored the confusion Yunho had seen a long time ago- torn between reality and desire.
“It- it can't be,” JaeJoong muttered these words in a silent mantra, barely audible enough for Yunho to hear, as he continued stepping away with every inch closer Yunho got.
A pair of arm pulled him flush against the latter's chest a fraction of a second before he could respond to the sinking feeling of slipping off from the top of the hill. That set him off.
“Hush, don't cry baby, it's alright,” cooed Yunho as he ran his hand through JaeJoong's soft locks. For absolutely no reason, he could feel the prickling sensation behind his lids.
“It can't- Why,” a hiccup. “Why now,” JaeJoong muttered over and over as he wept, clutching onto Yunho somemore.
“I'm sorry,” he let a single tear roll down his cheeks. “I'm sorry I only came now.”
He felt JaeJoong shaking his head. ”You still came. You still-”
“I love you,” Yunho offered as a though he read the other boy's mind. “I still do,” his hold tightened. “So much.”
Chucking the stack of papers into the fireplace, JaeJoong watched on as the flame devoured those wafer-thin expressions of sorrow. Drifting slowly into remorse, he felt fingers slipping into his and he felt instantaneously better.
It's time for the sun to shine.
//
A step followed by another. JaeJoong wasn't sure if what lay ahead up there was worth the trip. Yet, he still took the risk. A constantly nagging voice urged him to go for it, it's still there.
These stone steps weren't contemporary, it's been ages since anyone's gone up this way. It's plain obvious, the cracks made with every balancing of the foot, it's a route to solitaire.
However, this fair-haired, inquisitive bloke wasn't one to escape in melancholy. Purely curiousity.
It's warm today, not enough to perspire, just warm- toasty warm, just how JaeJoong likes it.
Once again, today is the day he feels the need to walk up those cold stone steps, adorned with new cracks with every passing day.
It isn't intentional. Some days he doesn't even think of going for a walk, but on days like this- where he senses a thin string tugging at him -he feels the need to.
Winds whiffing those flaxen hair of his into a spiral of unkempt tidiness kept him entertained- or caught up in ensuring their neatness at least.
He isn't so sure of what lay ahead. Sure, but not sure enough to reassure himself.
This time he looks downwards as he climbs up the steps. Only now does he realize how pretty the hill is, unhindered and laying by the sides of the stone steps, covered in moss and stray weeds with occasional blotches of pink and yellow drowned among green- it's pretty in a way that it isn't.
One last step. Finally.
Billowing in the wind, the burgundy scarf loosely wound around JaeJoong's neck fought against gravity as it whooshed its way up on a tree branch- a tad too high for JaeJoong to reach up to, even after tip-toeing on a bench.
A soft rustling of fabric followed a small pressure against his back, emitting slight warmth, and JaeJoong sees an outstretched arm next to his, reaching for his scarf with ease.
JaeJoong can neither feel nor hear anything anymore. He didn't hear his savior asking if the scarf was his nor did he recognize the feeling when a pair of hands wound the scarf around his neck.
He only jerked back to reality when the man called him by his name. And oh, his feet was back on the ground. How did that happen?
“JaeJoong-ah?”
I'm so sorry. I know no amount of roses could heal even the smallest fraction of the hurt I've done to you. I promise I'll do all I can, even if it means risking my life, to break free and meet you right here.
“JaeJoong.”
A leap of faith. I'm throwing away my pride just for you- just this once, give me all your trust and I swear I won't let it be a wavering decision. I'll be there. Even if the harshness of the cold penetrates its way unto my bones, I'd still be there.
“BooJae?”
Freedom means nothing when you're not by my side. Wishful thinking, mindless dreaming, a moment of insanity- whatever it is, holding on to you until the very last bit is not something I'd regret. I miss you. Every day is filled with darkness with nothing but fear and isolation filling every bit. I miss you. Your sweet smile was my daily dose of caffeine. I haven't had any all these time.
“I'm seeing things,” JaeJoong took a step back, eyes finally meeting Yunho's, slowly shaking his head.
Brows knitted, Yunho advanced towards his retreating lover. “Seeing things? No, I, no JaeJoong, it's me. It's really me,” shaking his head still, his eyes mirrored the confusion Yunho had seen a long time ago- torn between reality and desire.
“It- it can't be,” JaeJoong muttered these words in a silent mantra, barely audible enough for Yunho to hear, as he continued stepping away with every inch closer Yunho got.
A pair of arm pulled him flush against the latter's chest a fraction of a second before he could respond to the sinking feeling of slipping off from the top of the hill. That set him off.
“Hush, don't cry baby, it's alright,” cooed Yunho as he ran his hand through JaeJoong's soft locks. For absolutely no reason, he could feel the prickling sensation behind his lids.
“It can't- Why,” a hiccup. “Why now,” JaeJoong muttered over and over as he wept, clutching onto Yunho somemore.
“I'm sorry,” he let a single tear roll down his cheeks. “I'm sorry I only came now.”
He felt JaeJoong shaking his head. ”You still came. You still-”
“I love you,” Yunho offered as a though he read the other boy's mind. “I still do,” his hold tightened. “So much.”
Chucking the stack of papers into the fireplace, JaeJoong watched on as the flame devoured those wafer-thin expressions of sorrow. Drifting slowly into remorse, he felt fingers slipping into his and he felt instantaneously better.
It's time for the sun to shine.
//