For Tomorrow
Yunjae. drabble. angst
For TomorrowA small disposable blade is thrown on the bed side table, freshly tainted with blood. He's a coward deep down inside and he hates himself for being so weak with himself. He's only strong when there is an audience to prove himself to but when it really counts, he always lets himself down.
His whole body is shaking.
He lays alone in his bed with the lights turned off, making subtle sobs that no one would hear. His eyes are red, blood-shot and full of tears that interpret what couldn't be said in words. From head to toe he is still wet, briefly throwing on a shirt and a pair of striped pajamas. It didn't hurt yet, as he laid his wrist straight horizontally and lays on his sides. He lets out a shaky sigh, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his cold hand and sniffs before someone knocks on his locked door. "Jaejoong-ah? Take-out's here! Junsu's shoving tempura shrimp as I speak" his younger member announces, light and cheerful fills his voice, hiding the sorrow and sadness within him...within all of them. They've gotten use to it, since showing sorrow and sadness on your sleeve doesn't help.
Jaejoong gulps, turning his back on the freezing bed and tries drying his tears. "Okay" he replies hoarsely, nodding, "I'll be there soon" he adds with a light sniff. He blinks, hearing footsteps walk away from his room and that's when he sighs deeply.
He shuts his eyes close and hugs himself, feeling the presence of someone else.
Warmth surrounds Jaejoong as he smiles gently; his lips purse into a thin line for he felt weak. Another tear escapes his closed eyelids and runs down his left cheek. He sighs again, a smile that expresses all the colors of his emotions beaming across his fading face.
And that's when he calls his name, "Yunho-ah...", helpless and faint.
Jaejoong is hoping for a miracle. He wants his faith stronger, he wants to believe; remind himself that dreams come true.
He wants to live for tomorrow so that he can hear his voice again.