soft candy
Title: Soft Candy
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: PG
Summary: You can eat my heart.
Soft Candy
We're not doing this, he says. We don’t do this.
The smaller boy hears, gapes and crumbles, but we just did, we just did, don’t you remember.
The wall is cool behind his back.
Tell me you remember.
The tall one is as strong as the sun but it’s not his fault his Achilles’ heel is located outside his body, so he kneels, noses at the foreign face, hey, hey, yes, I remember. Hey don’t cry please you know it breaks my heart.
The small one cries because he must, because he’ll burst otherwise. He cries because he can, and because the tall boy will panic and kneel if he does. The tall boy will yell at managers and screw bedtime and he will share his tuna sandwiches. The small one thinks, jus in bello, and blames the other for a lot of things.
I’m not crying.
I’m not. Really.
He lies.
He clings. Lets himself be held. Be carried around. Am I ugly without my makeup, he asks and holds tighter, bracing himself for the honest, kind answer. He’s vain. He’s greedy. I want the world, he tells the mirror at night. Look at my lips, wouldn’t the moon climb down to kiss them?
No you’re not and you know it, the tall one says. Sometimes I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it scares me. The small one laughs, nothing ever scares you. If we were in a horror movie, you’d be the dumb fuck to die first, so fucking careless. I don’t wanna outlive you.
The small one is vain and greedy but sometimes he only wants one thing.
The night is still and quiet. He sits up on the other one’s lap and touches his face, serious and reverent. Traces lines, finds his way. My eye, my bottom lip, my carefully crafted eyebrow. My steady pulse, my tired skin. My neck, mine. My boy.
Will you leave me for the next sweet girl? he asks his boy. His voice shakes dramatically, it’s real and he likes it. I’m scared you’ll leave me for the next sweet girl. There are so many sweet girls in this business.
His boy laughs, so fucking in love with that laughter he hallucinates the world change to sugar cubes and pop tarts and hard candy- the kind you can crunch with your back teeth- all the stuff they’re deprived of, and he kisses, kisses, kisses til the taste leaves him and he’s on the verge of tears again, we’re doing this right, we’re doing this we did this.
Say you won’t.
His boy is earnest and good to the fucking core and those are the hardest to crack, but the small one trusts his back teeth as much as he trusts his front as much as he trusts his heart, which is soft candy, too saccharine, too much, but he offers it to his boy in his small sticky hands, offers it all anyway, if he’ll have it.
And he hopes.
Because this boy takes three sugars in his coffee.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: PG
Summary: You can eat my heart.
Soft Candy
We're not doing this, he says. We don’t do this.
The smaller boy hears, gapes and crumbles, but we just did, we just did, don’t you remember.
The wall is cool behind his back.
Tell me you remember.
The tall one is as strong as the sun but it’s not his fault his Achilles’ heel is located outside his body, so he kneels, noses at the foreign face, hey, hey, yes, I remember. Hey don’t cry please you know it breaks my heart.
The small one cries because he must, because he’ll burst otherwise. He cries because he can, and because the tall boy will panic and kneel if he does. The tall boy will yell at managers and screw bedtime and he will share his tuna sandwiches. The small one thinks, jus in bello, and blames the other for a lot of things.
I’m not crying.
I’m not. Really.
He lies.
He clings. Lets himself be held. Be carried around. Am I ugly without my makeup, he asks and holds tighter, bracing himself for the honest, kind answer. He’s vain. He’s greedy. I want the world, he tells the mirror at night. Look at my lips, wouldn’t the moon climb down to kiss them?
No you’re not and you know it, the tall one says. Sometimes I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it scares me. The small one laughs, nothing ever scares you. If we were in a horror movie, you’d be the dumb fuck to die first, so fucking careless. I don’t wanna outlive you.
The small one is vain and greedy but sometimes he only wants one thing.
The night is still and quiet. He sits up on the other one’s lap and touches his face, serious and reverent. Traces lines, finds his way. My eye, my bottom lip, my carefully crafted eyebrow. My steady pulse, my tired skin. My neck, mine. My boy.
Will you leave me for the next sweet girl? he asks his boy. His voice shakes dramatically, it’s real and he likes it. I’m scared you’ll leave me for the next sweet girl. There are so many sweet girls in this business.
His boy laughs, so fucking in love with that laughter he hallucinates the world change to sugar cubes and pop tarts and hard candy- the kind you can crunch with your back teeth- all the stuff they’re deprived of, and he kisses, kisses, kisses til the taste leaves him and he’s on the verge of tears again, we’re doing this right, we’re doing this we did this.
Say you won’t.
His boy is earnest and good to the fucking core and those are the hardest to crack, but the small one trusts his back teeth as much as he trusts his front as much as he trusts his heart, which is soft candy, too saccharine, too much, but he offers it to his boy in his small sticky hands, offers it all anyway, if he’ll have it.
And he hopes.
Because this boy takes three sugars in his coffee.