Pretty Lies (yoochun/jaejoong)
Pretty Lies
Outlining the curve of that delicate frame, it really is deluding.
Those smiles lit brightly as to match the two pairs of twinkling eyes. Pictures speak a thousand words but no picture can pinpoint the sheer bliss they shared at that moment.
Arms intertwined, cheeks pressed flushed side by side, showcasing the immense affection they shared- there was nothing to fear, so long as he is close by his side.
Jokes, laughter, playful shoving, doubling over laughter on each others' shoulders- they shared it all, the happy side of life and the cruel side of it as well.
There are so many things he wants them to do together, some a replay of the past be it a cruel experience or a jovial moment in time.
It's the same thing everyday, but somehow it always feels new and refreshing. It always started out like a dream, one that is continuous, with every passing moment the light shines even brighter in their little bubble.
What if there's not enough time for the light to shine completely? That is what he dreads.
“JaeJoong ah,” the smooth rusty tone of his voice sculpted a smile across the latter's face. A slight rustling of the bed sheet and those lovely pair of arms wound around him, it felt so warm- It felt exactly like the first ray of sunshine after a long period of bitter chills of winter.
“Why're you awake, love?” He felt YooChun pressing his nose against his shoulder blade as he lay there, eyes still fixated on the picture, JaeJoong couldn't answer.
YooChun didn't pry. Instead, he hugged his soulmate tighter and said “Never listen to that voice in your head at this hour, it's probably wrong anyway.”
JaeJoong ponders for a moment.
“How do you know?” JaeJoong rolled on his back, turning his had a little to look at the other. “How'd you know it won't be right?”
In darkness or not, JaeJoong could tell in an instant when YooChun's lips curled into a smile, this time it's a knowing one.
“Because I know my soulmate best,” he tapped JaeJoong's temple, “not that degrading, pessimistic voice in your head,” a soft pressure took the place where his fingers just were, “Me.”
JaeJoong didn't say anything, he simply brought the other closer to him and stayed like that for the rest of what is left of the night.
Neither sleeping nor being fully awake, he felt so light, like the ocean breeze during summer time. As his dream ended with the wavering of the sparkling blue light, JaeJoong had an epiphany at a glimpse of the eastern sun.
“Chun,” he tested, earning a soft grunt as an affirmation.
I want to give you all the dreams that you want.
“Promise me,” JaeJoong's gaze bore through YooChun's, “Promise me. We can overcome it together.”
Lips curling into a smile and soon a grin, YooChun lightly chuckled and shook his head. “Haven't we been doing that all these time?”
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Outlining the curve of that delicate frame, it really is deluding.
Those smiles lit brightly as to match the two pairs of twinkling eyes. Pictures speak a thousand words but no picture can pinpoint the sheer bliss they shared at that moment.
Arms intertwined, cheeks pressed flushed side by side, showcasing the immense affection they shared- there was nothing to fear, so long as he is close by his side.
Jokes, laughter, playful shoving, doubling over laughter on each others' shoulders- they shared it all, the happy side of life and the cruel side of it as well.
There are so many things he wants them to do together, some a replay of the past be it a cruel experience or a jovial moment in time.
It's the same thing everyday, but somehow it always feels new and refreshing. It always started out like a dream, one that is continuous, with every passing moment the light shines even brighter in their little bubble.
What if there's not enough time for the light to shine completely? That is what he dreads.
“JaeJoong ah,” the smooth rusty tone of his voice sculpted a smile across the latter's face. A slight rustling of the bed sheet and those lovely pair of arms wound around him, it felt so warm- It felt exactly like the first ray of sunshine after a long period of bitter chills of winter.
“Why're you awake, love?” He felt YooChun pressing his nose against his shoulder blade as he lay there, eyes still fixated on the picture, JaeJoong couldn't answer.
YooChun didn't pry. Instead, he hugged his soulmate tighter and said “Never listen to that voice in your head at this hour, it's probably wrong anyway.”
JaeJoong ponders for a moment.
“How do you know?” JaeJoong rolled on his back, turning his had a little to look at the other. “How'd you know it won't be right?”
In darkness or not, JaeJoong could tell in an instant when YooChun's lips curled into a smile, this time it's a knowing one.
“Because I know my soulmate best,” he tapped JaeJoong's temple, “not that degrading, pessimistic voice in your head,” a soft pressure took the place where his fingers just were, “Me.”
JaeJoong didn't say anything, he simply brought the other closer to him and stayed like that for the rest of what is left of the night.
Neither sleeping nor being fully awake, he felt so light, like the ocean breeze during summer time. As his dream ended with the wavering of the sparkling blue light, JaeJoong had an epiphany at a glimpse of the eastern sun.
“Chun,” he tested, earning a soft grunt as an affirmation.
I want to give you all the dreams that you want.
“Promise me,” JaeJoong's gaze bore through YooChun's, “Promise me. We can overcome it together.”
Lips curling into a smile and soon a grin, YooChun lightly chuckled and shook his head. “Haven't we been doing that all these time?”
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