Title: Obsession
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys, nor the lyrics
Summary: you are an obsession
I cannot sleep
The lyrics are taken from “Obsession” by Animotion.
This is for
sacchlovedbsk &
andraangel5. Had the funnest, crackiest time talking yesterday..^___^
~*~*~
you are an obsession
I cannot sleep
The crimson rays of the dying sun taint the ground…a bloody evening spilling into the restless night. The cries of the little children at play in front of him fill his ears, but he looks to the sky, lost to his memories.
The faint lines along his face fade away, the harsh set of his jaw disappears, he turns around when he grasps his hand. They are running together towards the sunset, hand-in-hand, and as he gazes into the mysterious haunting depths of those eyes, it feels like he has finally come home after a long tiring day.
I am a possession unopened at your feet.
There's no balance
no equality
Those memories shift now-reminiscences of the harsh crunch of tires on asphalt, the mangled wreck of bodies on metal, blood spattered on the sidewalk. He screams and screams and screams- for what?- he knows this is a nightmare he will never wake from.
Downy lashes falling on softly closed eyes, a slight smile playing on those lips when Yunho desperately presses kisses after kisses; tears mingling with breath. He looks so calm, so peaceful, that Yunho can’t find the heart to try wake him up. Jaejoong has always been beautiful, but he had never looked so ethereal before that day of parting; that ethereal face he takes with him to keep in his heart forever.
His eyes drift to the present. He gets up slowly, and walks towards the children. They halt their play, innocent eyes looking expectantly at him, waiting for the day he would take them to his lap, kiss their foreheads goodnight. He laughs hollowly, Jaejoong’s face in front of his eyes all the time. They stare at him for a while before turning away, once again engrossed in their game. Children are fickle like that.
I will collect you and capture you.
Like a butterfly
a wild butterfly
He grasps his youngest by the chin, tilting his face, searching for any sign, any trace of him- those perfect lips, the porcelain skin, the depthless eyes.
It was hard to recreate such perfection, such elegance.
And he had failed.
"Again"
As if she could read minds, she appears behind him, long fingernails slipping past his sweater, faintly scratching skin. He allows himself to follow her to the house, shedding his clothes on the way, slipping between the sheets.
"Again"
You are an obsession
you're my obsession
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A/N: This was supposed to be angst, but if you start snorting with laughter halfway please don’t brick me