throw 'em up, let something shine.

[yoochunlove]

hi, my name's changmin, what's yours? he was five years old when he met him. he had light blonde hair, shining white teeth, and changmin knew one thing for sure. he fell in love. but he wasn't really sure of it. he had to think it over for about five minutes.

one minute. no way, i'm straight.

two minutes. maybe i do.

three minutes. no, no fucking way.

four minutes. okay, maybe i'm in denial.

five minutes. yes, yes i'm so sure.

7.2%

hi, my name's yoochun. he was only seven years old when he met him. his hair was so dirty and ruffled, his cheeks were so fat, maybe he was eating something, but probably not. he looked up, the boy was pretty, pretty tall. just kidding, no wait, it's totally true.

one minute. he's cute, i think.

two minutes. i think i like him.

three minutes. oh fuck, why does he keep staring at me?

four minutes. damn it, why is he so totally my type?

five minutes. okay, i swear, i'm in love.

15.9%

i think i might love you. yeah, me too.

their first date is at a fast food joint. the service was crappy, and tables were dirty. yoochun almost barfed when he found a hair in his french fries, and changmin almost spat coke in his face, but refrained since he didn't want to make a fool of himself on their first date.

enter cue: piano bang.

yoochun, maybe i love you. changmin, maybe i love you.

the first time they confessed was ten years ago.

enter cue: ugly love music that would make a certain kim junsu gag.

20.7%

do you love me, do you love him, do you love her.

changmin knows it’s not a question, it’s an underlying statement and he must answer, no matter what, he must.

the girls swoon over yoochun, and the boys swoon over yoochun. the girls swoon over changmin and the boys swoon over changmin. but nobody knows the two are dating, not even themselves.

their second date is at lotte world, and yoochun wants some cotton candy. changmin runs over to the vendor and buys a pink heart-shaped one.

by the time it reaches yoochun’s hand, it’s all black and yoochun feels disgusted. he drops the large ball of fluffy pink candy and the world turns white. changmin is purple and yoochun is yellow.

yellow + purple =

changmin, what do the colors make?

changmin + yoochun =

yoochun, what do the two of us make?

it makes love.

(I’m right here, I’m still right here.)

changmin leaves the world of white, no black. yoochun’s so lonely and scared, there’s nobody to love him, so all he can do it wallow in pain and sorrow.

he walks over to the far left corner and twists in a light bulb. the color comes back and so does changmin. they embrace the white away and yoochun regrets ever doubting him.

24.8%

yoochun is twenty when he finds out changmin isn’t going to be attending the same university as him. yoochun aimed high, but changmin aimed higher and he made it.

when they see each other off at the airport, yoochun is unable to stand and the balloons float all the way to the roof.

he falls to the floor and changmin feels like shit.

enter cue: nothing.

(boarding flight to chicago.)

changmin looks back once more and sees the love of his life on the floor, weeping into the afternoon.

(it’s nine in the after noon and we should panic! at the disco.)

he mouths, I’ll love you forever. but yoochun knows that once changmin gets there, he’s going to forget all about park yoochun. yoochun gets up and evens out the wrinkles in his clothes.

changmin mouths, a heart, for you.

it makes no sense but yoochun knows it doesn’t have to. this is called ‘true love’ and in this three-letter-d world, love makes no sense and he knows, he knows.

39.3%

when yoochun gets to his dorm, he finds a sleeping changmin on his bed. the tears aren’t coming because a week ago, he swore he ran out of tears. yoochun drops his cases on the floor and walks over to the table.

(didn’t I tell you? this is our story and I can’t let it end yet.)

changmin’s already up and he’s laying down in a model pose.

I told you, it’s can’t end yet. changmin’s eyes are smiling and yoochun can feel the air lightening. he takes a deep breath and sits down on the floor, his legs hurt, his eyes hurt, his heart hurts.

will it all end happily? I want it to changmin. tell me it will.

it will baby, you know it will.

do you though?

of course. I love you so much I hate you.

you took the words right out of my mouth.

54.6%

it's buffering, yoochun. you gotta let it load.

changmin is trying to load yoochun's seven-page essay onto his pc.

you should get a mac, those are the best.

i like pcs.

i like macs.

yoochun and changmin end up on the bed, they don't even know who's bed, but as if they care. they fall off in a ball of laughter, yoochun's head hits the metal stand and it starts bleeding. changmin kisses it and it magically heals, the blood is gone and yoochun kissed changmin into the night.

(oh oh oh oh. keep it g’go goin’)

when yoochun wakes up, it’s all gone again. his world is white once more and changmin isn’t purple, he’s an array of colors, like a human rainbow. yoochun touches him once and he’ll die.

‘why, why do you torment me so?’

yoochun grabs a pen from his table and draws an ‘x’ on the wall. the twenty-six letter of the alphabet fall into his lap and he picks up seven of them, and an extra one.

(alpha, beta, delta.)

yoochun, do you know how to _?

he has no answer because he’s not all there. when changmin left, he took yoochun’s heart, mind, and soul.

he fails, he passes with flying colors. the pinks and oranges are falling to the ground, they won’t fly up. the blues and magentas are loving the breeze, but the purples and whites are never touching.

67.5%

you bitch.

it’s the only thing yoochun can say because he’s so fed up, pissed off and just plain disgusted, add in a dash of depression then the recipe is all done.

yoochun, i.

no, just shut the fuck up and get out of my room.

the third time they have a fight is when yoochun walks in on changmin giving ‘cpr’ to his dorm mate. The man’s a slut, always was, always will. changmin stands up and pulls yoochun into an angry kiss. yoochun pushes away and he can taste the other man on his tongue and he wants to barf.

yoochun talks to the dean and he gets a dorm room all to himself now. changmin drops by from time to time, being a caring ex-boyfriend and all.

(drop the beat now, just drop it up.)

oh my gosh, you can’t see me.

yoochun is playing a childish game of hide-and-seek with a monarch butterfly, and he rounds around the tree. he can hear someone talking on the overhead loud speaker, and the students all gather up at the quad.

‘park yoochun, forgive me cause I’m a stupid bitch. I didn’t know what I had until I lost it. you; baby, we belong together. you’re like a story and I’m the auto-save. my life is suckish with out you and I can’t even speak correctly anymore.’

yoochun looks up and changmin’s already locking lips.

he doesn’t know if he can kiss and forget. yoochun pushes away and he runs, he runs from the pain. he runs until he can’t feel the stinging anymore, just the bruises.

yoochun opens his hand and a beating heart is in. yoochun screams and he knows whose it is.

71.0%

it’s snowing and he wishes he could spend it with changmin too.

I’m right here.

yoochun turns around and changmin magically appears, yoochun runs into his arms and they kiss the morning away.

(say that love me, say that you care.)

will you ever forgive me? I was a stupid, shitty, faggot of a retard and I.

yoochun wraps his arms around changmin’s neck and people all around them are coo-ing at the loving embrace between two un-ex-lovers.

they’re going to be graduating soon and changmin found the most perfect apartment for them. they walk out on the street and are met with glaring eyes.

‘are those two gay? oh my gosh, that’s disgusting.’

once in a while they get,

‘that is so cute. how adorable.’

83.7%

is this where our story will end?

changmin’s twenty-five years old when he’s walking with yoochun in the park, how unique.

it won’t end, not until we let it.

yoochun’s like a warm pink, and changmin’s like a cold gray, but people say those two colors go the best together. yoochun’s a heart-shaped cloud, and changmin’s thunder. yoochun’s rum, and changmin’s vodka.

changmin pops the question and yoochun accepts, oh yes he accepts.

97.4%

yoochun’s wearing a tuxedo, as is changmin, and they both look extravagant. yoochun’s mother is crying because she’s so happy her son is finally getting married.

changmin is twenty-six years old when he gets slapped by his mother. she storms out and changmin wonders why in the hell he ever invited her. changmin’s father on the other hand is standing with changmin, looking into the mirror.

(you look wonderful. I’m so proud of you, my son.)

changmin smiles and the music starts.

98.3%

yoochun walks out.

enter cue: the wedding march.

changmin’s standing, so damn handsome.

enter cue: bang.

and that’s where they story ends. you never hear stories about people who are married and still have love in their lives, you never watch movies about married couples on wonderful adventures.

that’s why their story ends, but yoochun doesn’t care. changmin doesn’t care.

we can start another one.

and how will this one start?

(it started with a ‘hello’ and a kiss.)

99.6%

1)      we can love.

2)      we can hate.

3)      I can love.

4)      I can hate.

‘yoochun, this our life. will it end with a touch?’

yoochun’s crying and changmin’s holding it in. show no weakness, tears are more precious than diamonds.

the world has shunned their love and yoochun’s about to go crazy. everyone is so harsh, everyone hates their love.

(this is timeless love.)

yoochun’s going to jump, but he runs back to changmin’s arms, the height is so intimidating.

100%

this is where it ends for sure. nothing needs to be said, nothing needs to be heard.

yoochun keeps his hands on changmin’s cheeks and they’re so cold. but it’s only a statement he has to overcome.

changmin keeps his hands on yoochun’s cheeks and they’re so cold. but he loves him and he’ll get over it all.

it’s all for yoochun’s sake. it’s all for changmin’s sake.

it’s all for us, it’s all for me, it’s all for you. all the hopes and dreams made of your eyes.

0%

‘the first time I met you, i loved you. it was the first and last time.’

‘i still do. i still love.’

‘and i the same’.

-- let me prove that my love is real.

the last time they took a picture together was when yoochun and changmin decided it was better to be with each other in a different setting, place, and time.

that’s why everything starts over.