faster than the speed of love.
when jaejoong was younger, he’d walk around town, and he’d see people with head phones and ear buds. a mother walking with her child, she had red head phones, and her child had sea foam green ear buds. he walks along further, a group of friends. four boys, one had sunlight yellow, another had canvas white, the tallest one had hot pink, and the one in the back of them all had bright orange. all headphones.
as he passes the townspeople, he can hear them, they’re asking about why he doesn’t have any headphones. jaejoong doesn’t know either. he goes home and his sisters all have headphones, his mother has headphones and his father.
‘mom, why don’t I have headphones?’
his mother ignores the question and she pats his head and pushes him out the door to play with his friends. he turns back and he can see his mother tearing up, just the slightest.
‘you don’t have any headphones? can’t you hear it, the compositions, the notes and treble clefs, you can’t hear them?’
jaejoong shakes his head and the other kids walk away from him.
(freak! go back to where ever you came from, cause it’s not here.)
he wonders why everyone looks at him differently than they look at each other. he wonders why he doesn’t have headphones, he hates being different, he wants to fit in.
he runs back home and smashes his piggy bank of five years. jaejoong runs over to the nearest appliance store he finds the most perfect pair of headphones. it’s night sky black and jaejoong knows it’s just for him. as soon as he gets home, he rips open the hard plastic cover and pulls out the wires and then the headphones. he puts it to his ear and there’s no need to plug it in.
(he can’t hear anything, it’s all screeches.)
jaejoong still keeps it on, his ears start bleeding and he falls to the floor, unconscious. why can’t he hear it like the others?
even after all these years, jaejoong still can’t hear it. the wonderful melodies from the wires; the treble clefs, the sharps, the flats. the other students are talking about the crescendos and the falsettos, but jaejoong has no idea what they’re talking about. he walks up to them and tries his best to fit in, but it’s impossible, he can’t hear it. the other students walk away from him and he bangs his hand on the table and curses at himself, why must he be so different?
(all i want, is to fit in.)
jaejoong runs to the restroom and he pulls the night sky black headphones out of his bag. he puts them on and the screeches are worse, why can’t he hear it? he keeps it on for an extra two seconds and the bleeding stops, then the screeches stop, it’s all silence. jaejoong drops it out of surprise and he can see the notes flying up to the sky, each one is a different color, but by the time they’re six feet in the air, jaejoong can hear a grand piano bang, and the notes go back to black, they fall to the ground and disappear like blood within the tiles.
he walks up to it, and puts it back around his head, facing his ears. he can hear a melody like no other, the harmony is just perfect and the notes are as light as a feather. jaejoong finally knows what the kids were talking about, it’s glorious. but as he slowly pulls them off, the silence fills his world and he’s about to go crazy, he can’t deal with that silence anymore, that same silence he’s been hearing for the past sixteen years.
the headphones never come off and jaejoong doesn’t feel so great. his friends try and take the headphones off, they shouldn’t be worn twenty-fours a day. it’ll mess with your psyche, but jaejoong’s too far in for that. one of his friends manages to pull it off halfway, but jaejoong’s punches him in the head and the friend falls to the floor, just a minor concussion. the rest are lunging onto him, it’s a pile drive; but jaejoong can’t let them take away his music, it’s all he has. it’s the only thing keeping him sane, and only he knows it.
(not necessarily, i know jaejoong, i can help you.)
jaejoong turns around, he thought he heard a voice saying it can help him, jaejoong’s so desperate now. one of the taller kids on him, breaks the left wire and jaejoong goes crazy. he falls to the ground covering his ears, he’s muttering something, but nobody can make it out.
(it’s too much silence, i’m going to bleed again, i’m going to bleed.)
jaejoong turns his head and he can see the blood, it’s thick and red. he screams and the paramedics arrive. they inject some stuff into him, his friends look on and jaejoong’s fairly under control.
jaejoong hasn’t left the hospital in awhile, mostly because they won’t let him. he looks out his window and imagines what it sounds like when the birds are chirping, he can’t remember any sounds other than his precious music. the monophony fills his ears, and it’s so lonely.
(it’s so allegretto, the texture is dying.)
jaejoong can barely hear the counter melody, it’s so sad and unfulfilling. it’s at the back of his head when everything ends. he wants to take them off so badly, he wants to hear his voice, he wants to sing along with the music, the same music he can hear. jaejoong rests his head back on the pillow and the world slowly dims, all that’s left is the lonely chords.
when he’s finally released from the hospital nobody wants to talk with him. he’s even lonelier than before he had the music. when he didn’t have it, nobody talked to him, and now that he has it, it’s still the same. except now he feels worse, his ears aren’t aching anymore though, so that’s good.
jaejoong’s sitting outside the school grounds, under a shady willow tree. he’s eating his lunch and everyone keeps a safe distance away from him. jaejoong sips a swig of his carbonated soft drink and a shadow emerges from behind the tree. it’s that boy in jaejoong’s class, the one that’s popular with all the boys and girls, and anyone would be lucky if he talked to them.
‘hi, you’re jaejoong, right?’
‘and what’s it to you?’
‘i just wanted to say-‘
the bell rings and there isn’t anymore time to talk. jaejoong walks away but the boys grabs his hand and seals his lips with a daunting kiss. the boy walks away and runs over to his group of other popular friends. they’re asking him why he was hanging out with that lame kid that no one talks to and yunho only shrugs his shoulders and ignores the question.
‘jung yunho, huh.’
jaejoong’s hand is on his lips, and it’s still tingling. the thrill of it all and jaejoong has noticed something, he can’t hear the music anymore. while yunho held him in a lip-lock, he pulled off his headphones and jaejoong didn’t notice one bit. he turns around and the night sky black headphones are on the floor, the notes are flying up to the air and they pass the six-foot mark. jaejoong looks up at them until they are no longer in sight, he’s finally smiling for real.
jaejoong’s walking home one day, and yunho practically ambushes him. he pushes him into his car and he drives, he drives until jaejoong can no longer see the sunset in the horizon. jaejoong looks at the seats next to him, there are two suitcases, one with the name ‘yunho’ on it and the other, ‘jaejoong’.
‘yunho.’
‘i love you jaejoong, and i know how the others treat you so horribly, so i want to run away with you.’
yunho stops the car in the middle of the street and the cars behind him are pissed, damn teenage drivers can’t drive these days.
‘will you come with me?’
yunho leaves an outstretched hand for jaejoong to hold and jaejoong gracefully accepts, this is the man that gave him a second start on life. yunho slams his foot on the gas pedal and they’re going faster than the speed of love.
they arrive at a hotel, and this is when jaejoong finds out that not only is yunho popular, but he’s loaded. they’re about five-hundred miles or so away from their hometown, and both of them aren’t looking back. it’s a sight that they would rather forget. jaejoong has his problems, but yunho also has his share.
he doesn’t care about popularity, sometimes he wishes he could just be a nobody. a face in the crowd that nobody really pays attention to. he knows that no one actually loves him, they’re just after his power, and his wealth. his parents must hate him by now, either that or they’re worried for him, but yunho knows it’s the first one. the only reason his parents ‘care’ for him is so that the company has a successor. he wants to throw it all away and make a life of his own.
it’s been a couple of months now since they’re been running and the trail is long cold. the authorities have pretty much given up, there aren’t any leads as to where the two could be, and yunho and jaejoong couldn’t be happier. they’re at a fast food place and yunho orders the onion rings. jaejoong isn’t that hungry, so he only orders a small cup of water. when the onion rings come, yunho takes one from the small red basket on the table and he blows on it until it’s no longer hot.
he grabs jaejoong’s hand and places the greasy fried food on jaejoong’s ring finger.
(windmill, windmill, fallin’ down. love forever, round n’ round.)
jaejoong holds up his hand and admires the greasy piece of fried food on his finger and he pecks a kiss on yunho’s cheek. yunho holds his hand and they kiss until the rest of the onion rings get cold.
(is time running out for us?)
yunho and jaejoong arrive in the states and it’s a good thing yunho’s father is a global marketer, the english skills can finally come in use for yunho. they’re in new york, and yunho walks into a posh hotel, inside is so extravagant, jaejoong feels like he’s going to get the bum’s rush. yunho asks for they’re best room and the concierge complies happily.
while jaejoong’s sleeping, yunho sneaks out and walks into a jewelry store, he asks for the best ring there is and the manager asks.
‘are you getting married sir?’
‘yes, to the most wonderful person in the world.’
and the employee behind the boss smiles and so does the manager, it’s so cute. jaejoong wakes up and yunho’s not there, he’s worried but he knows that yunho will come back. jaejoong looks up at the ceiling and he counts how many years they’ve been running.
the both of them are already twenty-one. time just flies by when you’re running from authority.
yunho calls jaejoong and tells him to go down to mc arthur park, it’s urgent and he has to go down. jaejoong grabs his coat and takes the next bus down to the park. he sees yunho with a megaphone in hand and flowers to his side. a crowd is forming and people are pointing, some are sitting down, they want to hear what’s about to be said, some are leaving, they’re got places to be, and some are waiting with stilled hearts because this is just so cute and this kind of stuff doesn’t happen everyday.
jaejoong stands behind some people, but he knows yunho can see him. yunho flashes him a smile and jaejoong blushes, ever-so slightly.
‘hey cutie! i love you. kim jaejoong, will you take hold of my heart and fly it like a kite, let it soar in the oh-so blue sky, and fly back down to you? this is all for you baby, it doesn’t matter if we’re caught, it doesn’t matter if no one accepts it, i just want to be with you.’
yunho sets the megaphone down on the cement and slowly walks to jaejoong, the crowd makes way for his path and in just a matter of stilled seconds, yunho’s bent down on one knee. jaejoong holds his hands to his mouth, and yunho pulls something out of his coat pocket. it’s a small, blue velvet case and he gently opens it, a diamond ring.
jaejoong can feel time stop, it’s just him and yunho now.
‘jaejoong, will you marry me?’
he jumps onto yunho and kisses him, the crowd is clapping. in this day and age, it’s good that people are more accepting of homosexual love, even though there are the select few who have hatred toward it.
‘yes, i will. oh fuck yes.’
yunho kisses him back and he stands up and places the ring on jaejoong’s ring finger, it’s a perfect fit.
(i’ve got another confession to make, i’m no fool, everyone’s got the chance to break, holdin’ you.)
‘there’s no reason to say ‘i love you’, we’ve already got it held.’
a/n: wrote this to see if anyone cares or not if i write. sorry for being a pessimistic bitch.
as he passes the townspeople, he can hear them, they’re asking about why he doesn’t have any headphones. jaejoong doesn’t know either. he goes home and his sisters all have headphones, his mother has headphones and his father.
‘mom, why don’t I have headphones?’
his mother ignores the question and she pats his head and pushes him out the door to play with his friends. he turns back and he can see his mother tearing up, just the slightest.
‘you don’t have any headphones? can’t you hear it, the compositions, the notes and treble clefs, you can’t hear them?’
jaejoong shakes his head and the other kids walk away from him.
(freak! go back to where ever you came from, cause it’s not here.)
he wonders why everyone looks at him differently than they look at each other. he wonders why he doesn’t have headphones, he hates being different, he wants to fit in.
he runs back home and smashes his piggy bank of five years. jaejoong runs over to the nearest appliance store he finds the most perfect pair of headphones. it’s night sky black and jaejoong knows it’s just for him. as soon as he gets home, he rips open the hard plastic cover and pulls out the wires and then the headphones. he puts it to his ear and there’s no need to plug it in.
(he can’t hear anything, it’s all screeches.)
jaejoong still keeps it on, his ears start bleeding and he falls to the floor, unconscious. why can’t he hear it like the others?
even after all these years, jaejoong still can’t hear it. the wonderful melodies from the wires; the treble clefs, the sharps, the flats. the other students are talking about the crescendos and the falsettos, but jaejoong has no idea what they’re talking about. he walks up to them and tries his best to fit in, but it’s impossible, he can’t hear it. the other students walk away from him and he bangs his hand on the table and curses at himself, why must he be so different?
(all i want, is to fit in.)
jaejoong runs to the restroom and he pulls the night sky black headphones out of his bag. he puts them on and the screeches are worse, why can’t he hear it? he keeps it on for an extra two seconds and the bleeding stops, then the screeches stop, it’s all silence. jaejoong drops it out of surprise and he can see the notes flying up to the sky, each one is a different color, but by the time they’re six feet in the air, jaejoong can hear a grand piano bang, and the notes go back to black, they fall to the ground and disappear like blood within the tiles.
he walks up to it, and puts it back around his head, facing his ears. he can hear a melody like no other, the harmony is just perfect and the notes are as light as a feather. jaejoong finally knows what the kids were talking about, it’s glorious. but as he slowly pulls them off, the silence fills his world and he’s about to go crazy, he can’t deal with that silence anymore, that same silence he’s been hearing for the past sixteen years.
the headphones never come off and jaejoong doesn’t feel so great. his friends try and take the headphones off, they shouldn’t be worn twenty-fours a day. it’ll mess with your psyche, but jaejoong’s too far in for that. one of his friends manages to pull it off halfway, but jaejoong’s punches him in the head and the friend falls to the floor, just a minor concussion. the rest are lunging onto him, it’s a pile drive; but jaejoong can’t let them take away his music, it’s all he has. it’s the only thing keeping him sane, and only he knows it.
(not necessarily, i know jaejoong, i can help you.)
jaejoong turns around, he thought he heard a voice saying it can help him, jaejoong’s so desperate now. one of the taller kids on him, breaks the left wire and jaejoong goes crazy. he falls to the ground covering his ears, he’s muttering something, but nobody can make it out.
(it’s too much silence, i’m going to bleed again, i’m going to bleed.)
jaejoong turns his head and he can see the blood, it’s thick and red. he screams and the paramedics arrive. they inject some stuff into him, his friends look on and jaejoong’s fairly under control.
jaejoong hasn’t left the hospital in awhile, mostly because they won’t let him. he looks out his window and imagines what it sounds like when the birds are chirping, he can’t remember any sounds other than his precious music. the monophony fills his ears, and it’s so lonely.
(it’s so allegretto, the texture is dying.)
jaejoong can barely hear the counter melody, it’s so sad and unfulfilling. it’s at the back of his head when everything ends. he wants to take them off so badly, he wants to hear his voice, he wants to sing along with the music, the same music he can hear. jaejoong rests his head back on the pillow and the world slowly dims, all that’s left is the lonely chords.
when he’s finally released from the hospital nobody wants to talk with him. he’s even lonelier than before he had the music. when he didn’t have it, nobody talked to him, and now that he has it, it’s still the same. except now he feels worse, his ears aren’t aching anymore though, so that’s good.
jaejoong’s sitting outside the school grounds, under a shady willow tree. he’s eating his lunch and everyone keeps a safe distance away from him. jaejoong sips a swig of his carbonated soft drink and a shadow emerges from behind the tree. it’s that boy in jaejoong’s class, the one that’s popular with all the boys and girls, and anyone would be lucky if he talked to them.
‘hi, you’re jaejoong, right?’
‘and what’s it to you?’
‘i just wanted to say-‘
the bell rings and there isn’t anymore time to talk. jaejoong walks away but the boys grabs his hand and seals his lips with a daunting kiss. the boy walks away and runs over to his group of other popular friends. they’re asking him why he was hanging out with that lame kid that no one talks to and yunho only shrugs his shoulders and ignores the question.
‘jung yunho, huh.’
jaejoong’s hand is on his lips, and it’s still tingling. the thrill of it all and jaejoong has noticed something, he can’t hear the music anymore. while yunho held him in a lip-lock, he pulled off his headphones and jaejoong didn’t notice one bit. he turns around and the night sky black headphones are on the floor, the notes are flying up to the air and they pass the six-foot mark. jaejoong looks up at them until they are no longer in sight, he’s finally smiling for real.
jaejoong’s walking home one day, and yunho practically ambushes him. he pushes him into his car and he drives, he drives until jaejoong can no longer see the sunset in the horizon. jaejoong looks at the seats next to him, there are two suitcases, one with the name ‘yunho’ on it and the other, ‘jaejoong’.
‘yunho.’
‘i love you jaejoong, and i know how the others treat you so horribly, so i want to run away with you.’
yunho stops the car in the middle of the street and the cars behind him are pissed, damn teenage drivers can’t drive these days.
‘will you come with me?’
yunho leaves an outstretched hand for jaejoong to hold and jaejoong gracefully accepts, this is the man that gave him a second start on life. yunho slams his foot on the gas pedal and they’re going faster than the speed of love.
they arrive at a hotel, and this is when jaejoong finds out that not only is yunho popular, but he’s loaded. they’re about five-hundred miles or so away from their hometown, and both of them aren’t looking back. it’s a sight that they would rather forget. jaejoong has his problems, but yunho also has his share.
he doesn’t care about popularity, sometimes he wishes he could just be a nobody. a face in the crowd that nobody really pays attention to. he knows that no one actually loves him, they’re just after his power, and his wealth. his parents must hate him by now, either that or they’re worried for him, but yunho knows it’s the first one. the only reason his parents ‘care’ for him is so that the company has a successor. he wants to throw it all away and make a life of his own.
it’s been a couple of months now since they’re been running and the trail is long cold. the authorities have pretty much given up, there aren’t any leads as to where the two could be, and yunho and jaejoong couldn’t be happier. they’re at a fast food place and yunho orders the onion rings. jaejoong isn’t that hungry, so he only orders a small cup of water. when the onion rings come, yunho takes one from the small red basket on the table and he blows on it until it’s no longer hot.
he grabs jaejoong’s hand and places the greasy fried food on jaejoong’s ring finger.
(windmill, windmill, fallin’ down. love forever, round n’ round.)
jaejoong holds up his hand and admires the greasy piece of fried food on his finger and he pecks a kiss on yunho’s cheek. yunho holds his hand and they kiss until the rest of the onion rings get cold.
(is time running out for us?)
yunho and jaejoong arrive in the states and it’s a good thing yunho’s father is a global marketer, the english skills can finally come in use for yunho. they’re in new york, and yunho walks into a posh hotel, inside is so extravagant, jaejoong feels like he’s going to get the bum’s rush. yunho asks for they’re best room and the concierge complies happily.
while jaejoong’s sleeping, yunho sneaks out and walks into a jewelry store, he asks for the best ring there is and the manager asks.
‘are you getting married sir?’
‘yes, to the most wonderful person in the world.’
and the employee behind the boss smiles and so does the manager, it’s so cute. jaejoong wakes up and yunho’s not there, he’s worried but he knows that yunho will come back. jaejoong looks up at the ceiling and he counts how many years they’ve been running.
the both of them are already twenty-one. time just flies by when you’re running from authority.
yunho calls jaejoong and tells him to go down to mc arthur park, it’s urgent and he has to go down. jaejoong grabs his coat and takes the next bus down to the park. he sees yunho with a megaphone in hand and flowers to his side. a crowd is forming and people are pointing, some are sitting down, they want to hear what’s about to be said, some are leaving, they’re got places to be, and some are waiting with stilled hearts because this is just so cute and this kind of stuff doesn’t happen everyday.
jaejoong stands behind some people, but he knows yunho can see him. yunho flashes him a smile and jaejoong blushes, ever-so slightly.
‘hey cutie! i love you. kim jaejoong, will you take hold of my heart and fly it like a kite, let it soar in the oh-so blue sky, and fly back down to you? this is all for you baby, it doesn’t matter if we’re caught, it doesn’t matter if no one accepts it, i just want to be with you.’
yunho sets the megaphone down on the cement and slowly walks to jaejoong, the crowd makes way for his path and in just a matter of stilled seconds, yunho’s bent down on one knee. jaejoong holds his hands to his mouth, and yunho pulls something out of his coat pocket. it’s a small, blue velvet case and he gently opens it, a diamond ring.
jaejoong can feel time stop, it’s just him and yunho now.
‘jaejoong, will you marry me?’
he jumps onto yunho and kisses him, the crowd is clapping. in this day and age, it’s good that people are more accepting of homosexual love, even though there are the select few who have hatred toward it.
‘yes, i will. oh fuck yes.’
yunho kisses him back and he stands up and places the ring on jaejoong’s ring finger, it’s a perfect fit.
(i’ve got another confession to make, i’m no fool, everyone’s got the chance to break, holdin’ you.)
‘there’s no reason to say ‘i love you’, we’ve already got it held.’
a/n: wrote this to see if anyone cares or not if i write. sorry for being a pessimistic bitch.