nothing always is as it seems
hey, love, stay
yunho&jaejoong;
pg, romance
jaejoong goes home after a drink or two.
hey, love, stay
Your absence is a crater in the sky.
He fumbles with the lock.
None of the keys fit like they used to. Like they did a long time ago.
This wasn't home anymore.
It was the wrong house. The wrong address.
The wrong, damn door.
He leans against the wooden frame, sucking in fistfuls of air to stem his ragged breathing.
Peering at his feet, he blinks when a sliver of light appears from the crack beneath the door.
The tiniest strand of hope, gaping like the mouth of the sun as it unlatches from the inside.
Heaven sent.
A fragment of his very own heart.
‘Jaejoongie?’ Yunho gasps in the manner of unexpected events, caution warring behind his eyes.
Fair warning.
You’re not supposed to be here.
‘I-I wasn’t,’ Jaejoong stammers, the thud of shovel on wood.
Petty excuses-this not knowing.
A revelation of sorts.
‘Come here,’ Yunho whispers, lowering his gaze.
There was no escaping it. Not after he’d shown up at his doorstep wearing the scent of rain and misery.
What a grave we’ve dug with love.
Jaejoong sways, caught between going and staying.
He slips-sinks head\first into Yunho’s arms.
The safest place is the most dangerous.
‘Why?’ Yunho sighs with the difficulty of a man grappling for air, burying his face in the crook of Jaejoong’s neck.
Nostalgia, heady like incense.
An eternal heart/break.
‘It hurts,’ Jaejoong breathes, pressing closer.
The weightlessness of a drowning man.
Keep them wanting more, they’d said. Don’t let them forget who you really are.
But everything comes with a price.
Some form of sacrifice…
They use your love against you.
…another weapon in this war we wage.
Yunho frowns, and Jaejoong stares at him with the anguish of someone who has had the life snatched right out of his chest.
He was the price to pay.
A cruel ransom.
Freedom in exchange…
They use your love against you-
And then they take your love away.
‘You’ll be okay if you believe you’ll be,’ Yunho explains, brushing a palm across Jaejoong’s heart.
Across the bold letterings on the surface.
Faith.
You’d walk through hellfire because you trust him more than you trust that these flames will destroy you.
He smiles forlornly, tilting Jaejoong’s chin with the tip of his thumb.
Strong and vulnerable.
His better half.
‘Let’s not waste the seconds,’ he speaks in secret, bringing his lips against Jaejoong’s.
Against all odds. Even if the sky fell down…
He shivers beneath his retreating touch.
‘Are we being punished?’ Jaejoong mumbles helplessly, the glare of Yunho’s smile stealing his vision.
Tear-stained lashes.
You should stop or you’ll never look at anyone else again.
‘Is that what this is?’ Yunho wonders distractedly.
Question after question.
Who am I to say what is or isn’t in the realm of things.
‘Haven’t we been punished enough?’ Jaejoong continues. As if he could talk his way out of pain.
He swallows, sorrow and pride above all.
‘Why do people suffer when they haven’t done any wrong?’
‘Only the good people,’ Yunho replies, casting truth in vivid color.
If I had you would it still be hard?
Jaejoong glances at him with searching eyes-within the unfathomable depths of his soul.
An echo of himself.
I couldn’t give you up for the world…
‘Nothing can touch us,’ Yunho promises, bringing away a smile. The kind that ached at the corners.
I won’t lose you to anyone.
He unhooks the pendant around his neck, fastening it smoothly around Jaejoong’s collar.
‘Keep this,’ he insists, squeezing Jaejoong for the last time, his warmth gliding knifepoint along the slope of his back.
Skin-deep / like salve over bitter wound.
You are the hand that holds the cutting edge.
Outside, the stars reach their zenith.
The gloom lifts, even as they drift into the eye of the storm.
Love can wait-no matter what who says.
Which is why…
Come back to me whenever you’re ready, Jaejoong wills silently.
An earnest prayer.
` where your heart is;
there your treasure will be.
yunho&jaejoong;
pg, romance
jaejoong goes home after a drink or two.
hey, love, stay
Your absence is a crater in the sky.
He fumbles with the lock.
None of the keys fit like they used to. Like they did a long time ago.
This wasn't home anymore.
It was the wrong house. The wrong address.
The wrong, damn door.
He leans against the wooden frame, sucking in fistfuls of air to stem his ragged breathing.
Peering at his feet, he blinks when a sliver of light appears from the crack beneath the door.
The tiniest strand of hope, gaping like the mouth of the sun as it unlatches from the inside.
Heaven sent.
A fragment of his very own heart.
‘Jaejoongie?’ Yunho gasps in the manner of unexpected events, caution warring behind his eyes.
Fair warning.
You’re not supposed to be here.
‘I-I wasn’t,’ Jaejoong stammers, the thud of shovel on wood.
Petty excuses-this not knowing.
A revelation of sorts.
‘Come here,’ Yunho whispers, lowering his gaze.
There was no escaping it. Not after he’d shown up at his doorstep wearing the scent of rain and misery.
What a grave we’ve dug with love.
Jaejoong sways, caught between going and staying.
He slips-sinks head\first into Yunho’s arms.
The safest place is the most dangerous.
‘Why?’ Yunho sighs with the difficulty of a man grappling for air, burying his face in the crook of Jaejoong’s neck.
Nostalgia, heady like incense.
An eternal heart/break.
‘It hurts,’ Jaejoong breathes, pressing closer.
The weightlessness of a drowning man.
Keep them wanting more, they’d said. Don’t let them forget who you really are.
But everything comes with a price.
Some form of sacrifice…
They use your love against you.
…another weapon in this war we wage.
Yunho frowns, and Jaejoong stares at him with the anguish of someone who has had the life snatched right out of his chest.
He was the price to pay.
A cruel ransom.
Freedom in exchange…
They use your love against you-
And then they take your love away.
‘You’ll be okay if you believe you’ll be,’ Yunho explains, brushing a palm across Jaejoong’s heart.
Across the bold letterings on the surface.
Faith.
You’d walk through hellfire because you trust him more than you trust that these flames will destroy you.
He smiles forlornly, tilting Jaejoong’s chin with the tip of his thumb.
Strong and vulnerable.
His better half.
‘Let’s not waste the seconds,’ he speaks in secret, bringing his lips against Jaejoong’s.
Against all odds. Even if the sky fell down…
He shivers beneath his retreating touch.
‘Are we being punished?’ Jaejoong mumbles helplessly, the glare of Yunho’s smile stealing his vision.
Tear-stained lashes.
You should stop or you’ll never look at anyone else again.
‘Is that what this is?’ Yunho wonders distractedly.
Question after question.
Who am I to say what is or isn’t in the realm of things.
‘Haven’t we been punished enough?’ Jaejoong continues. As if he could talk his way out of pain.
He swallows, sorrow and pride above all.
‘Why do people suffer when they haven’t done any wrong?’
‘Only the good people,’ Yunho replies, casting truth in vivid color.
If I had you would it still be hard?
Jaejoong glances at him with searching eyes-within the unfathomable depths of his soul.
An echo of himself.
I couldn’t give you up for the world…
‘Nothing can touch us,’ Yunho promises, bringing away a smile. The kind that ached at the corners.
I won’t lose you to anyone.
He unhooks the pendant around his neck, fastening it smoothly around Jaejoong’s collar.
‘Keep this,’ he insists, squeezing Jaejoong for the last time, his warmth gliding knifepoint along the slope of his back.
Skin-deep / like salve over bitter wound.
You are the hand that holds the cutting edge.
Outside, the stars reach their zenith.
The gloom lifts, even as they drift into the eye of the storm.
Love can wait-no matter what who says.
Which is why…
Come back to me whenever you’re ready, Jaejoong wills silently.
An earnest prayer.
` where your heart is;
there your treasure will be.