[FANFIC] Till Death Do Us Part
Title: Til Death Do Us Part
Author: ivysauur (myself)ivysauur
Rating: PG-13 (due to suicide)
Pairing: YunJae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, AU, Drama, Angst (Lots of it)
Length: Oneshot
Warning: First time I've written a fic. Minor grammar/spelling mistakes.
Sotry/plot is not entirely mine - Based on the poem 'A Victorian Hangman tells his Love' by Bruce Dawe.
Summary: It's not easy being in love with someone, when you have to kill him.
HERE IT IS GUYS! Sorry for the long wait!
"Oh, so you're still finally awake," a low barritone voice echoed in an empty, dark room that smelled of dead flowers with a mix of alcohol. His footsteps echoed lightly throughout the room, slowly making his way towards the body that was struggling upon the floor. He looked down, smiling sadly.
"Dear beloved, forgive me, will you? Especially since I'm dressed like this," the older man tried to joke as he looked down at his outfit, a two-piece dark grey tracksuit, but how could he in a situation like this? He didn't say another word, only taking in the sight before him as he let out a deep, drawn out sigh every few minutes. The latter looked up towards his so-called lover, eyes bloodshot from the tears he had cried earlier. It was silent. It was comfortable, but also heartbreaking.
When the tanned man began to move, the other flinched. "It was the state's idea, really. You can't blame me, okay? They were going to make me wear welder's goggles too. Good thing he let me leave those out though," he chuckled, but had a frown on his face. He moved closer to the pale body and crouched down, his bony fingers fiddling with the leather strap that had tied the other's arms together. "I know you have probably thought about this moment of consummation in your cells," he whispered into the darkness.
The only light that had shone through the room was the full moon shining right outside of the window. Brown flower petals were scattered across the floor around the tired, shivering body, the sight was so sickeningly beautiful it made your heart cringe.
"I know your heart is so full at this moment to say much and that the tranquilizer which I trust you did not reject out of your own stubborn pride, which I must say, is quite troublesome," he laughed, well, atleast tried to. He had a small smile, but his eyes were welled up with tears. The binded man let out a tiny sob. His eyes portraying a thousand words. Those brown, chocolate orbs were growing larger by the second as tears were falling to the side of his face,
The older shook his head. "...The tranquilizer should by this time eased your ache for speech, breath a-and...other little incident-tals which might d-distract us... from our end," he let out a chocked sob while wrapping his arms around the motionless body. He other wanted to let out a scoff, but couldn't. He wanted to yell in his face, how could you be a bloody poet at this very moment? but decided against it. Atleast now, they have more time to embrace in eachothers presence, even if it only contained tears and pointless promises.
It took about 10 minutes of endless crying and tears before the tall brunette man clad in his dark grey two-piece tracksuit finally gathered up his courage to stand up and help the body below him to almost get on his feet, and to stand on a chair. He brushed the raven-black hair away from his face and pressed a small kiss on his lips before hoisting him up. He reached above him, and let out a small sigh.
"I'm so sorry, Jaejoong. Darling, I..." He whispered and buried his head in the crook of the smaller mans neck. Jaejoong, unable to do anything only let out more tears to flow down his face. With another deep breath, the latter spoke again, while pulling down what was above him.
"With this noose with which we're wed is something of an heirloom, my beloved. You may not believe me..." his voice came out like a croak and he choked. "...The last three members... o-of our family were... wed with it, darling."
He looked in his lovers eyes and saw nothing but love. He hesitated, but he knew the pale man wanted him to go forth with it. To get it over and done with, but he just didn't want to. He had never wanted this night to come, but a job was a job, and his beloved accepted his fate. Even after much begging and begging to run away, his lover was just too stubborn, like he always was. He wore a pained smile.
He slipped the noose over his neck slowly and delicately, while staring into Jaejoong's face. Such perfection... it was such a waste. He was blessed with this man eight years ago, only to have it taken away from him. Eight happy years full of laughter, joy and promises to stay together forever, and here he was, unwillingly killing the love of his life.
The knot was under the left jaw, with a slip ring to hold the knot in place. "...There...perfect." It was a lie. How could this man look perfect with a noose tied to his neck? He didn't. He refused to look any lower than his chin. If only his father was just a little more accepting, tonight wouldn't have come, and he would have been at home eating dinner without a care in the world. If only he was a little more accepting, Jaejoong would be wearing his black apron covered in his pajama's, laughing with a hand over his mouth even though he had told him a million times that he was beautiful.
If only he was a little more accepting, he wouldn't be wearing dirty clothes covered in blood with his arms binded behind his back with a leather strap and a noose tied to his neck, with cuts and bruises all over his fragile and shaking body.
His heart broke into a million pieces. How was he going to live after this?
"Let me adjust the rope, love... which will enable you to anticipate the o-officially pre-prescribed darkness...by some seconds." He tried to smile, but his cheeks were covered in wet and dry tears. He looked like his soul had already drifted away from his body. Jaejoong looked down to observe his lover, only to notice that dark, heavy eye-bags, stress wrinkles and quivering lips. Why did his fate have to be so cruel. If only Yunho didn't inject him with that damn tranquilizer, I would have been able to hug him...at least one last time.
Yunho wiped away his tears, as he brought a tissue to wipe the smaller man's face. "Please don't cry, darling... please..., he begged. Jaejoong obeyed.
"The journalists are ready with the flash-bulbs of their eyes, my love... You will be given a clean bill of health, like any modern bride." Yunho wanted to punch himself. He could mentally hear Jaejoong's voice ringing inside his head to stop being such a stupid idiot at a moment like this, but he just wanted more time, he wanted to treasure his last moments, even if they consisted of death.
"I love you Jaejoong, please don't doubt me. If only I could, I would go up to heaven with you, but I'm not yet fit to share it now," he whispered and held the other tight in his arms. This was the last time, he could hold this body while it was still breathing. Still conscience. Still alive, with Jaejoong being aware of it. He cried, cried so hard. "I promise to love you forever. I promise to find you in heaven. I promise you, please..." Jaejoong let his tears run down like a waterfall. It was an hour, until Yunho had the courage, to finally let go. Jaejoong could feel the drug wear off, but Yunho was unaware of it.
He stood back, and stared.
"You are this evening's headlines, my darling. Come, my love."
And then Jaejoong step foot off the chair.
Yunho could only close his eyes, not wanting to see his lover writhing in pain. It was only a few seconds, before he could hear his strangled cries of his lover, "Y-Yun-Y- Yunho... I-I-I-I-I l-love y-y-you!" He opened his eyes, to see Jaejoongs small smile and a tear escape his eyes, before he slowly fell limp.
Yunho screamed as he fell to his knees.
"JAEJOONG!"
- - - - - - - -
It had been two weeks since that tragic night. Yunho had becoming more weak by the day, Everyone had noticed, but they all said nothing. What could you say? This man was only able to go through each day because he was there, giving him stength. He would be at home waiting. He would always smile and give Yunho that little boost.
Yoochun, Yunho's best friend, was on his way to his car, when he received a call. He looked at the caller and immediantly picked up the call.
"Yobosaeyo? Yunho?" He asked, and he heard nothing but silence on the other side. He started to worry.
"Yunho...are you alright?"
"...Yeah, yeah. I'm...alright." He whispered, but Yoochun didn't believe him.
"Are you sure? Do you need anything? Want me to drop by?"
"No...no, it's fine. I just... need you to do me a favour." Yoochun felt like something wrong was going to happen, but he shook it off. Yunho was a strong man. He'll be fine. Oh, he was wrong.
"Ok, what do you need?" He asked, while beeping at his car, unlocking it and hopping in. Something was... off today.
There was a moment of silence, and Yoochun was starting to panic.
"Yunho, I-"
"Tell the old bastard of a dad of mine... he doesn't need to worry about me anymore."
The curly haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Yunho, what are you talk-"
"Thanks for being a really good friend Yoochun-ah. Tell the others I send them my sincere farewells. I have someone to join right now, and I bet his getting impatient," the other let out an airy chuckle, before giving out a sigh. Yoochun sat frozen, not yet registering what he had said.
"Well, this is it, Yoochun-ah. Goodbye, buddy."
Before Yoochun can even react, the line got cut.
Yunho looked back at the noose on the ceiling, the same one that had killing Jaejoong exactly too weeks ago. The dead flowers were still there, and it still smelt of alcohol. Yunho stood on the chair, fastened the noose and the neck and looked out the window and into the sky. He gave a small smile.
I'm coming... my love.
- - - - - - - - - - -
How was it? This is the first time I've posted a fic here, or even written anything.
I was meant to write this two months ago, but I got incredibly lazy. Comments and feedback is very much appreciated!
Also, if I haven't done anything up to this communities standards, please tell me. I'm pretty sure I've done everything right... XD
Author: ivysauur (myself)ivysauur
Rating: PG-13 (due to suicide)
Pairing: YunJae/Yunho and Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, AU, Drama, Angst (Lots of it)
Length: Oneshot
Warning: First time I've written a fic. Minor grammar/spelling mistakes.
Sotry/plot is not entirely mine - Based on the poem 'A Victorian Hangman tells his Love' by Bruce Dawe.
Summary: It's not easy being in love with someone, when you have to kill him.
HERE IT IS GUYS! Sorry for the long wait!
"Oh, so you're still finally awake," a low barritone voice echoed in an empty, dark room that smelled of dead flowers with a mix of alcohol. His footsteps echoed lightly throughout the room, slowly making his way towards the body that was struggling upon the floor. He looked down, smiling sadly.
"Dear beloved, forgive me, will you? Especially since I'm dressed like this," the older man tried to joke as he looked down at his outfit, a two-piece dark grey tracksuit, but how could he in a situation like this? He didn't say another word, only taking in the sight before him as he let out a deep, drawn out sigh every few minutes. The latter looked up towards his so-called lover, eyes bloodshot from the tears he had cried earlier. It was silent. It was comfortable, but also heartbreaking.
When the tanned man began to move, the other flinched. "It was the state's idea, really. You can't blame me, okay? They were going to make me wear welder's goggles too. Good thing he let me leave those out though," he chuckled, but had a frown on his face. He moved closer to the pale body and crouched down, his bony fingers fiddling with the leather strap that had tied the other's arms together. "I know you have probably thought about this moment of consummation in your cells," he whispered into the darkness.
The only light that had shone through the room was the full moon shining right outside of the window. Brown flower petals were scattered across the floor around the tired, shivering body, the sight was so sickeningly beautiful it made your heart cringe.
"I know your heart is so full at this moment to say much and that the tranquilizer which I trust you did not reject out of your own stubborn pride, which I must say, is quite troublesome," he laughed, well, atleast tried to. He had a small smile, but his eyes were welled up with tears. The binded man let out a tiny sob. His eyes portraying a thousand words. Those brown, chocolate orbs were growing larger by the second as tears were falling to the side of his face,
The older shook his head. "...The tranquilizer should by this time eased your ache for speech, breath a-and...other little incident-tals which might d-distract us... from our end," he let out a chocked sob while wrapping his arms around the motionless body. He other wanted to let out a scoff, but couldn't. He wanted to yell in his face, how could you be a bloody poet at this very moment? but decided against it. Atleast now, they have more time to embrace in eachothers presence, even if it only contained tears and pointless promises.
It took about 10 minutes of endless crying and tears before the tall brunette man clad in his dark grey two-piece tracksuit finally gathered up his courage to stand up and help the body below him to almost get on his feet, and to stand on a chair. He brushed the raven-black hair away from his face and pressed a small kiss on his lips before hoisting him up. He reached above him, and let out a small sigh.
"I'm so sorry, Jaejoong. Darling, I..." He whispered and buried his head in the crook of the smaller mans neck. Jaejoong, unable to do anything only let out more tears to flow down his face. With another deep breath, the latter spoke again, while pulling down what was above him.
"With this noose with which we're wed is something of an heirloom, my beloved. You may not believe me..." his voice came out like a croak and he choked. "...The last three members... o-of our family were... wed with it, darling."
He looked in his lovers eyes and saw nothing but love. He hesitated, but he knew the pale man wanted him to go forth with it. To get it over and done with, but he just didn't want to. He had never wanted this night to come, but a job was a job, and his beloved accepted his fate. Even after much begging and begging to run away, his lover was just too stubborn, like he always was. He wore a pained smile.
He slipped the noose over his neck slowly and delicately, while staring into Jaejoong's face. Such perfection... it was such a waste. He was blessed with this man eight years ago, only to have it taken away from him. Eight happy years full of laughter, joy and promises to stay together forever, and here he was, unwillingly killing the love of his life.
The knot was under the left jaw, with a slip ring to hold the knot in place. "...There...perfect." It was a lie. How could this man look perfect with a noose tied to his neck? He didn't. He refused to look any lower than his chin. If only his father was just a little more accepting, tonight wouldn't have come, and he would have been at home eating dinner without a care in the world. If only he was a little more accepting, Jaejoong would be wearing his black apron covered in his pajama's, laughing with a hand over his mouth even though he had told him a million times that he was beautiful.
If only he was a little more accepting, he wouldn't be wearing dirty clothes covered in blood with his arms binded behind his back with a leather strap and a noose tied to his neck, with cuts and bruises all over his fragile and shaking body.
His heart broke into a million pieces. How was he going to live after this?
"Let me adjust the rope, love... which will enable you to anticipate the o-officially pre-prescribed darkness...by some seconds." He tried to smile, but his cheeks were covered in wet and dry tears. He looked like his soul had already drifted away from his body. Jaejoong looked down to observe his lover, only to notice that dark, heavy eye-bags, stress wrinkles and quivering lips. Why did his fate have to be so cruel. If only Yunho didn't inject him with that damn tranquilizer, I would have been able to hug him...at least one last time.
Yunho wiped away his tears, as he brought a tissue to wipe the smaller man's face. "Please don't cry, darling... please..., he begged. Jaejoong obeyed.
"The journalists are ready with the flash-bulbs of their eyes, my love... You will be given a clean bill of health, like any modern bride." Yunho wanted to punch himself. He could mentally hear Jaejoong's voice ringing inside his head to stop being such a stupid idiot at a moment like this, but he just wanted more time, he wanted to treasure his last moments, even if they consisted of death.
"I love you Jaejoong, please don't doubt me. If only I could, I would go up to heaven with you, but I'm not yet fit to share it now," he whispered and held the other tight in his arms. This was the last time, he could hold this body while it was still breathing. Still conscience. Still alive, with Jaejoong being aware of it. He cried, cried so hard. "I promise to love you forever. I promise to find you in heaven. I promise you, please..." Jaejoong let his tears run down like a waterfall. It was an hour, until Yunho had the courage, to finally let go. Jaejoong could feel the drug wear off, but Yunho was unaware of it.
He stood back, and stared.
"You are this evening's headlines, my darling. Come, my love."
And then Jaejoong step foot off the chair.
Yunho could only close his eyes, not wanting to see his lover writhing in pain. It was only a few seconds, before he could hear his strangled cries of his lover, "Y-Yun-Y- Yunho... I-I-I-I-I l-love y-y-you!" He opened his eyes, to see Jaejoongs small smile and a tear escape his eyes, before he slowly fell limp.
Yunho screamed as he fell to his knees.
"JAEJOONG!"
- - - - - - - -
It had been two weeks since that tragic night. Yunho had becoming more weak by the day, Everyone had noticed, but they all said nothing. What could you say? This man was only able to go through each day because he was there, giving him stength. He would be at home waiting. He would always smile and give Yunho that little boost.
Yoochun, Yunho's best friend, was on his way to his car, when he received a call. He looked at the caller and immediantly picked up the call.
"Yobosaeyo? Yunho?" He asked, and he heard nothing but silence on the other side. He started to worry.
"Yunho...are you alright?"
"...Yeah, yeah. I'm...alright." He whispered, but Yoochun didn't believe him.
"Are you sure? Do you need anything? Want me to drop by?"
"No...no, it's fine. I just... need you to do me a favour." Yoochun felt like something wrong was going to happen, but he shook it off. Yunho was a strong man. He'll be fine. Oh, he was wrong.
"Ok, what do you need?" He asked, while beeping at his car, unlocking it and hopping in. Something was... off today.
There was a moment of silence, and Yoochun was starting to panic.
"Yunho, I-"
"Tell the old bastard of a dad of mine... he doesn't need to worry about me anymore."
The curly haired man raised an eyebrow.
"Yunho, what are you talk-"
"Thanks for being a really good friend Yoochun-ah. Tell the others I send them my sincere farewells. I have someone to join right now, and I bet his getting impatient," the other let out an airy chuckle, before giving out a sigh. Yoochun sat frozen, not yet registering what he had said.
"Well, this is it, Yoochun-ah. Goodbye, buddy."
Before Yoochun can even react, the line got cut.
Yunho looked back at the noose on the ceiling, the same one that had killing Jaejoong exactly too weeks ago. The dead flowers were still there, and it still smelt of alcohol. Yunho stood on the chair, fastened the noose and the neck and looked out the window and into the sky. He gave a small smile.
I'm coming... my love.
- - - - - - - - - - -
How was it? This is the first time I've posted a fic here, or even written anything.
I was meant to write this two months ago, but I got incredibly lazy. Comments and feedback is very much appreciated!
Also, if I haven't done anything up to this communities standards, please tell me. I'm pretty sure I've done everything right... XD