Can't Let Go [DBSK]
I don't own TVXQ or the song (Can't Let You Go Even If I Die by 2AM) :) just did this one day... kinda angtsy/depressing like how it is with current DBSK status.
Even though I'm young, the pain is the same
Just because I don't know the world very well
Doesn't mean that I don't know pain
“Why the hell are you pushing me away too?! You’re in the middle of losing everything you hold close to your heart, Min, don’t make me leave too. Why are you doing this?” Choi Dong-Wook snapped, his eyes glaring into the frozen chocolate of his lover’s soulful eyes. The happiness was gone from them, the warm love hardened by bitter hate of recent events.
“Because! Because...” Changmin’s rage subsided and he choked on his words. He leant forward, propping his elbows on his knees, then continued. “I don’t know what to do.” Changmin said softly as he buried his face in his hands. Se7en stopped cold and his fists loosened from their imaginary chokehold around his young lover’s neck. “I hurt so much, Shichi.”
Why do you lie, saying it'll be okay?
How will my heart that hurts this much
Be healed so easily?
How will I live without you?
That's why I...
“How can everything be alright?!” Jaejoong screamed, the tears burning as they fled from his eyes to hurry down his face. “They wouldn’t even give me your goddamn number; I had to search all over for you!” Jaejoong raged, his broken heart fueling the words he flung at Yunho.
“Boo...” Yunho attempted to calm him, reaching out to the warmth he lived to bury himself into.
“Don’t touch me! And don’t you dare call me that, Jung Yunho.” Jaejoong snapped. “I’m not yours.”
“Yes you are. You’re forever mine. You’re forever the air I breathe; you’re forever the warm home that my bruised heart takes refuge in. Just like I will forever be yours. Even as I die, my last breath will be yours. My whole being, my body and soul, they’re all yours.” Yunho said fervidly, tears spilling down his face as he reached out for the man he’d fallen in love with.
“Yun...”
“How can I live without you?” Yunho cried, finally able to grasp the silken hair at Jaejoong’s nape and pull the older man towards him.
“I missed you.” Jaejoong stuttered, his anger vanishing under the reckless passion Yunho had. You only have each other, Jaejoong reminded himself as he pressed his needy lips against Yunho’s.
Can't let you go, even if I die
How am I suppose to let you go?
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die
“Yoochun? Chunnie-ah?” Junsu called, closing the apartment door behind him and calling out to his best friend as he set his bags and keys down on the floor. He stopped outside of their bedroom, hearing a low purr of Yoochun’s snore underlying a series of sobbing. Junsu bit into his lip, feeling his will about to break at the thought of Yoochun crying. It happened more often now, the baritone often breaking down out of the incredible sadness facing the three of them without the rest of Dong Bang Shin Ki around.
“Jun?” Yoochun called out, sniffling. Junsu heard him wiping his nose as he pushed the door open. Yoochun went to sit up but Junsu shook his head and rushed over, climbing into the bed on the empty side and pulling Yoochun into him. The baritone fell into the stale airport smell mixed with the familiar aroma of masculinity that lifted free of his lover’s body. Junsu held Yoochun’s shoulders and tucked the top of Yoochun’s head under his chin as the baritone tangled his arms and legs desperately onto Junsu. "I want it back, baby... I want all of us back."
“Me too. It’ll be okay... it has to be.” Junsu cooed, kissing the top of Yoochun’s head. “Stay strong for just a little while longer, baby.”
No matter how much you push me away
I'll hold onto you until the end
So that you won't be able to go anywhere
“Minku, just... let go. Just take a deep breath...” Se7en ran his hands through Changmin’s hair as his young lover struggled to breathe, his sobs raking his slim frame. “Don’t push away from me because you’re scared.” Changmin fought Se7en’s caress for a minute longer but cracked, dropping his arms and grasping onto his lover’s shirt, pulling him closer. Se7en gripped his lover tightly, hoping he could absorb the tremors of pain into his own body and let his love breathe again, let him smile again. Min’s nails dug into Se7en’s back, his face hidden in the folds of Se7en’s button-down shirt.
“I need you, Shichi. I need you so badly.” Changmin cried, pulling open Se7en’s shirt with hasty hands. “I need to feel you inside of me. Help me feel you.”
Can't let you go, even if I die
How am I suppose to let you go?
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die
Yunho traced the lettering across Jaejoong’s shoulders in slow movements, kissing the shimmering sheen of perspiration off his lover’s pale skin as he moved along. His knees buckled against the bed as Jaejoong let out a murmur of pleasure into the pillow, urging the slightly younger man on. The second-rate radio in the corner clicked as the commercial ended and it changed to a song, the low thud of an R&B song flooding the dimly lit hotel room. Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered closed at the bliss of Yunho’s explorations and he listened to the sound of the rain outside, the crash of rain drops on the window adding a loud treble to the bass in the song.
It was like laying out in the rain, letting it kiss against your bare skin and careening down the curves of your cheek bones. But better.
The gentle erotic nips and kisses of his lover were like clouds brushing at his skin, leaving behind hints of pure moisture that hadn’t been touched by the wickedness of Earth.
Jaejoong opened his eyes as he heard the loud blast of his cell phone in his jeans pocket, discarded upon entering along with his promise of keeping away from Yunho that he’d made to the company by Yunho’s anxious fingers.
“Yun...”
“I know. But I’m not done yet. Let me keep you... just a little longer, Joongie-ah... please? Let me hold onto the memory of you still sleeping in my bed every night.”
We went through so much time together
How are you telling me to live by myself now?
I can't do that, I can't.
Junsu didn’t speak to Yoochun once the older baritone drifted to sleep. He unwove himself from his lover’s slumber and went to the living room. There on the table was the package from the studio with his first single album in it... his first solo songs. Junsu had done it to spite SM and show them he wasn’t afraid of them... that he wouldn’t hide with his tail between his legs... but now it seemed dirty, disgraceful to him.
“Joongie... Yunho... Minnie-ah... Chunnie... Will you hate me for this?” Junsu whispered, sinking down into the couch. “Will I hate myself for this?” He asked again, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes to stop the tears.
I can't let you go, even if I die
I really can't let you go
How am I suppose to let you go?
I can't let you go
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die.
Max stepped into the expanse of Se7en’s living room, the white sheets from their bed around his hops and trailing behind him on the hardwood floor.
“Shichi, why do I hear...?” Changmin stopped short as he saw the TV screen, his own face displayed proudly for a moment laughing before the camera going back to the five of them. It was a video Se7en had taken when they were all gathered at the Dong Bang apartment earlier that year. Jaejoong hid his face with a blush and Yunho waved off Se7en’s camera, both Se7en and Yunho laughing at Jaejoong’s shyness. Yoochun and Junsu were caught in an intense game of the American video game Rock Band, the bossy tenor ordering his lover to stop messing up.
“Minku...” Se7en stopped it and rushed over as soon as he saw the tears spill from his baby’s eyes. Max held the sheets with one hand and his face in the other, weeping in the cover of his hand.
“It’s... beautiful...” Max hiccupped. “I miss it, Shichi. But I can’t ever let go of it. I want it back... those days... so badly.”
Even though I'm young, the pain is the same
Just because I don't know the world very well
Doesn't mean that I don't know pain
“Why the hell are you pushing me away too?! You’re in the middle of losing everything you hold close to your heart, Min, don’t make me leave too. Why are you doing this?” Choi Dong-Wook snapped, his eyes glaring into the frozen chocolate of his lover’s soulful eyes. The happiness was gone from them, the warm love hardened by bitter hate of recent events.
“Because! Because...” Changmin’s rage subsided and he choked on his words. He leant forward, propping his elbows on his knees, then continued. “I don’t know what to do.” Changmin said softly as he buried his face in his hands. Se7en stopped cold and his fists loosened from their imaginary chokehold around his young lover’s neck. “I hurt so much, Shichi.”
Why do you lie, saying it'll be okay?
How will my heart that hurts this much
Be healed so easily?
How will I live without you?
That's why I...
“How can everything be alright?!” Jaejoong screamed, the tears burning as they fled from his eyes to hurry down his face. “They wouldn’t even give me your goddamn number; I had to search all over for you!” Jaejoong raged, his broken heart fueling the words he flung at Yunho.
“Boo...” Yunho attempted to calm him, reaching out to the warmth he lived to bury himself into.
“Don’t touch me! And don’t you dare call me that, Jung Yunho.” Jaejoong snapped. “I’m not yours.”
“Yes you are. You’re forever mine. You’re forever the air I breathe; you’re forever the warm home that my bruised heart takes refuge in. Just like I will forever be yours. Even as I die, my last breath will be yours. My whole being, my body and soul, they’re all yours.” Yunho said fervidly, tears spilling down his face as he reached out for the man he’d fallen in love with.
“Yun...”
“How can I live without you?” Yunho cried, finally able to grasp the silken hair at Jaejoong’s nape and pull the older man towards him.
“I missed you.” Jaejoong stuttered, his anger vanishing under the reckless passion Yunho had. You only have each other, Jaejoong reminded himself as he pressed his needy lips against Yunho’s.
Can't let you go, even if I die
How am I suppose to let you go?
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die
“Yoochun? Chunnie-ah?” Junsu called, closing the apartment door behind him and calling out to his best friend as he set his bags and keys down on the floor. He stopped outside of their bedroom, hearing a low purr of Yoochun’s snore underlying a series of sobbing. Junsu bit into his lip, feeling his will about to break at the thought of Yoochun crying. It happened more often now, the baritone often breaking down out of the incredible sadness facing the three of them without the rest of Dong Bang Shin Ki around.
“Jun?” Yoochun called out, sniffling. Junsu heard him wiping his nose as he pushed the door open. Yoochun went to sit up but Junsu shook his head and rushed over, climbing into the bed on the empty side and pulling Yoochun into him. The baritone fell into the stale airport smell mixed with the familiar aroma of masculinity that lifted free of his lover’s body. Junsu held Yoochun’s shoulders and tucked the top of Yoochun’s head under his chin as the baritone tangled his arms and legs desperately onto Junsu. "I want it back, baby... I want all of us back."
“Me too. It’ll be okay... it has to be.” Junsu cooed, kissing the top of Yoochun’s head. “Stay strong for just a little while longer, baby.”
No matter how much you push me away
I'll hold onto you until the end
So that you won't be able to go anywhere
“Minku, just... let go. Just take a deep breath...” Se7en ran his hands through Changmin’s hair as his young lover struggled to breathe, his sobs raking his slim frame. “Don’t push away from me because you’re scared.” Changmin fought Se7en’s caress for a minute longer but cracked, dropping his arms and grasping onto his lover’s shirt, pulling him closer. Se7en gripped his lover tightly, hoping he could absorb the tremors of pain into his own body and let his love breathe again, let him smile again. Min’s nails dug into Se7en’s back, his face hidden in the folds of Se7en’s button-down shirt.
“I need you, Shichi. I need you so badly.” Changmin cried, pulling open Se7en’s shirt with hasty hands. “I need to feel you inside of me. Help me feel you.”
Can't let you go, even if I die
How am I suppose to let you go?
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die
Yunho traced the lettering across Jaejoong’s shoulders in slow movements, kissing the shimmering sheen of perspiration off his lover’s pale skin as he moved along. His knees buckled against the bed as Jaejoong let out a murmur of pleasure into the pillow, urging the slightly younger man on. The second-rate radio in the corner clicked as the commercial ended and it changed to a song, the low thud of an R&B song flooding the dimly lit hotel room. Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered closed at the bliss of Yunho’s explorations and he listened to the sound of the rain outside, the crash of rain drops on the window adding a loud treble to the bass in the song.
It was like laying out in the rain, letting it kiss against your bare skin and careening down the curves of your cheek bones. But better.
The gentle erotic nips and kisses of his lover were like clouds brushing at his skin, leaving behind hints of pure moisture that hadn’t been touched by the wickedness of Earth.
Jaejoong opened his eyes as he heard the loud blast of his cell phone in his jeans pocket, discarded upon entering along with his promise of keeping away from Yunho that he’d made to the company by Yunho’s anxious fingers.
“Yun...”
“I know. But I’m not done yet. Let me keep you... just a little longer, Joongie-ah... please? Let me hold onto the memory of you still sleeping in my bed every night.”
We went through so much time together
How are you telling me to live by myself now?
I can't do that, I can't.
Junsu didn’t speak to Yoochun once the older baritone drifted to sleep. He unwove himself from his lover’s slumber and went to the living room. There on the table was the package from the studio with his first single album in it... his first solo songs. Junsu had done it to spite SM and show them he wasn’t afraid of them... that he wouldn’t hide with his tail between his legs... but now it seemed dirty, disgraceful to him.
“Joongie... Yunho... Minnie-ah... Chunnie... Will you hate me for this?” Junsu whispered, sinking down into the couch. “Will I hate myself for this?” He asked again, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes to stop the tears.
I can't let you go, even if I die
I really can't let you go
How am I suppose to let you go?
I can't let you go
Whether you go or leave, fix my heart
If you can't fix it so that I won't be in pain
So that I can at least live
I wouldn't be able to live anyway
I can't let you go, even if I die.
Max stepped into the expanse of Se7en’s living room, the white sheets from their bed around his hops and trailing behind him on the hardwood floor.
“Shichi, why do I hear...?” Changmin stopped short as he saw the TV screen, his own face displayed proudly for a moment laughing before the camera going back to the five of them. It was a video Se7en had taken when they were all gathered at the Dong Bang apartment earlier that year. Jaejoong hid his face with a blush and Yunho waved off Se7en’s camera, both Se7en and Yunho laughing at Jaejoong’s shyness. Yoochun and Junsu were caught in an intense game of the American video game Rock Band, the bossy tenor ordering his lover to stop messing up.
“Minku...” Se7en stopped it and rushed over as soon as he saw the tears spill from his baby’s eyes. Max held the sheets with one hand and his face in the other, weeping in the cover of his hand.
“It’s... beautiful...” Max hiccupped. “I miss it, Shichi. But I can’t ever let go of it. I want it back... those days... so badly.”