whirlwind
whirlwind
joon/seungho, hinted joon/mir and g.o/seungho
404 words
Joon shifts his weight from foot to foot, scrapes the back of his hand against the blur of his eyes, finds a broken smile and fits it onto his face.
whirlwindeven if i fill it up and empty it again
what was never meant to happen will not happen
- jojo (shinee)
Joon watches the light in Byunghee's apartment go out, watches the stars come out, watches the night deepen. He watches the stars fade away and the first cracks of sunshine filter through the clouds and the dew form on the leaves. When Seungho comes down, hair tousled and lips puffy, Joon just stands and stares, continues watching.
Seungho cracks a weary half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Joon takes a step forward, sucks in a breath of frosty winter air and says, "I'd gotten over him a long time ago. But now. Now, I can't seem to forget you."
Seungho's eyes are a whirlwind of emotions that Joon cannot read - God knows he's tried a million times over the period of time he's known Seungho for, but they are always too complicated for Joon to comprehend.
"And?" Seungho says, voice like steel, and Joon's nails are razor-sharp as they cut into his own palms. "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"
Joon has always done a good job of pushing Seungho away. Joon has always shielded his heart from the world (ever since Chulyong looked at him with those star-like eyes and said, "This cannot go on, hyung", ever since then), and Seungho knows this.
Joon knows himself as well as Seungho does, yet he cannot understand his own actions - why, indeed, was he standing outside Byunghee's apartment throughout the night waiting for someone he's always kept at bay? Joon shifts his weight from foot to foot, scrapes the back of his hand against the blur of his eyes, finds a broken smile and fits it onto his face.
"And," Joon answers, voice low and rough. "And I was hoping you would say, 'if you can't forget, then don't.'" His palms are uncharacteristically clammy, and he clenches the fabric of his jacket tight within his fists. "What made me think of telling you this? Because you told me you never wanted to see me ever again."
When Joon shuts his eyes, the world tilts at an odd, dizzying angle, and he can barely feel his legs anymore. He stumbles a little, and his eyes fly open as he braces himself to hit the icy ground, but then someone grips his arm, strong and steady.
Seungho looks down at him, his lips tugged upwards. "If you can't forget," he says (and Joon stills, eyes bright as he watches Seungho). "Then don't."
joon/seungho, hinted joon/mir and g.o/seungho
404 words
Joon shifts his weight from foot to foot, scrapes the back of his hand against the blur of his eyes, finds a broken smile and fits it onto his face.
whirlwindeven if i fill it up and empty it again
what was never meant to happen will not happen
- jojo (shinee)
Joon watches the light in Byunghee's apartment go out, watches the stars come out, watches the night deepen. He watches the stars fade away and the first cracks of sunshine filter through the clouds and the dew form on the leaves. When Seungho comes down, hair tousled and lips puffy, Joon just stands and stares, continues watching.
Seungho cracks a weary half-smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Joon takes a step forward, sucks in a breath of frosty winter air and says, "I'd gotten over him a long time ago. But now. Now, I can't seem to forget you."
Seungho's eyes are a whirlwind of emotions that Joon cannot read - God knows he's tried a million times over the period of time he's known Seungho for, but they are always too complicated for Joon to comprehend.
"And?" Seungho says, voice like steel, and Joon's nails are razor-sharp as they cut into his own palms. "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"
Joon has always done a good job of pushing Seungho away. Joon has always shielded his heart from the world (ever since Chulyong looked at him with those star-like eyes and said, "This cannot go on, hyung", ever since then), and Seungho knows this.
Joon knows himself as well as Seungho does, yet he cannot understand his own actions - why, indeed, was he standing outside Byunghee's apartment throughout the night waiting for someone he's always kept at bay? Joon shifts his weight from foot to foot, scrapes the back of his hand against the blur of his eyes, finds a broken smile and fits it onto his face.
"And," Joon answers, voice low and rough. "And I was hoping you would say, 'if you can't forget, then don't.'" His palms are uncharacteristically clammy, and he clenches the fabric of his jacket tight within his fists. "What made me think of telling you this? Because you told me you never wanted to see me ever again."
When Joon shuts his eyes, the world tilts at an odd, dizzying angle, and he can barely feel his legs anymore. He stumbles a little, and his eyes fly open as he braces himself to hit the icy ground, but then someone grips his arm, strong and steady.
Seungho looks down at him, his lips tugged upwards. "If you can't forget," he says (and Joon stills, eyes bright as he watches Seungho). "Then don't."