action to reaction.
(whore.)
(bitch.)
‘what the hell is wrong with you?’
‘what’s wrong with me? what the fuck is wrong with you?’
he snaps and lands a punch on his boyfriend’s cold cheek. his soon to be ex-boyfriend, that is. changmin’s filled with rage and drops his arm down, he takes a look at the damage he’s caused. but it’s all yoochun’s fault, it’s all his fault.
‘why?’
he’s pleading now, there’s no other person who would do this, other than him, but love is twisted and bastardly, changmin hates it more than death.
‘because you don’t love me like you used to.’
the answer is blunt, and changmin wishes yoochun could have sugar-coated it.
(i wish, i wish, upon a star.)
‘what are you saying? you want to break-up?’
‘break-up? those words can’t be applied to us, considering we were never together in the first place.’
‘what the fuck are you saying?!’
‘you’ve never once, not once, said those three words my ears long to hear most changmin; not once.’
‘because-‘
‘because you don’t really love me.’
and changmin snaps for a second time that night. he lands another punch on his boyfriend, but this time in the stomach. yoochun keels over and falls to the pavement, it’s cold, just like his heart. he gets up and a fight starts. yoochun’s being beat up pretty badly by changmin, but he manages to land a couple hits on changmin’s frame. changmin doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t want to hurt yoochun anymore, but his body won’t stop.
(i love you, but i can’t stop hurting you.)
the cops come and the crowd disperses. the spectators have left the two, and the cops break it off. they both look pretty bad off, and regulations; they have to be taken down to the city jail and stay a night or two, pay a fine, then they can leave.
one of the larger cops throws yoochun and changmin in the cell.
yoochun leans his back against the back and changmin thinks about how this happened.
(‘changmin, i love you.’
yoochun nuzzles into changmin’s neck and he’s waiting for a response, but nothing comes. changmin gets a phone call from the office and walks away. he wasn’t even paying attention. yoochun sits on the couch, alone. then changmin comes back, he wraps his arm around yoochun’s smaller frame, but yoochun pushes him away and walks out the door to the nearest club.
‘yoochun? yoochun!’
changmin growls in frustration and follows him.’)
‘why changmin?’
yoochun’s hung his head low and changmin can barely make out the streaming tears.
‘why what? i don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about!’
changmin is glad that the cops put the two of them in the farthest cell room from the desk. and the door was closed, it was just yoochun and him now.
‘just shut up, i don’t want to hear your stupid voice anymore.’
yoochun doesn’t want to fight anymore, he doesn’t want to be hurt anymore, so he gives up. changmin stands up and saunters to yoochun and moves his hand along yoochun’s nipples. yoochun moans, just the slightest. changmin grins and shoves his hand down yoochun’s jeans, he grabs hold of yoochun’s cock and it’s so hard.
yoochun blushes as changmin violently pulls off yoochun’s jeans, then the boxers, to reveal something beautiful. changmin pushes yoochun down and marks him with butterfly kisses from his lower left thigh to his sensitive neckline. yoochun can’t take it anymore, he’s going to go crazy if he doesn’t have changmin in him right now, right there.
changmin shoves a finger in yoochun, making slow scissoring motions, but it’s too slow for yoochun, he needs something more. he gradually adds in a second finger, then a third. yoochun’s already reduced to a chorus of whimpers and moans, and changmin stops the friction, much to yoochun’s displeasure. changmin sits down leans against the wall.
‘ride me bitch.’
and yoochun complies. he straddles changmin and with one swift motion, changmin’s cock is buried deep inside yoochun’s warmth. changmin lolls his head back in pleasure, but he knows yoochun is having the most fun right now. yoochun’s trying his best to muffle his moans, but it’s too hard. changmin pulls yoochun’s hand from his mouth and kisses him.
‘i love it when you moan like a bitch.’
(why can’t you love me?)
changmin thinks yoochun’s had enough fun, so he flips him over, and yoochun’s on his stomach now, the floor is cold, but not as cold as himself. yoochun rolls around, he doesn’t want to make love this way, but changmin disagrees and pushes him down once more. the both of them don’t know whether it’s a fight for dominance, or a fight to stop, but nonetheless, changmin wins.
he pushes yoochun down again, but with much more force, and yoochun’s shoulder starts to bleed. changmin doesn’t notice, and he thrusts hard into him. yoochun’s bleeding down there, but changmin still doesn’t care, he needs release and he wants to break yoochun down. yoochun’s groans have become pleas of mercy, but changmin can’t hear them.
‘stop, please, it hurts changmin.’
(pleasure or pain, choose your poison.)
changmin thrusts up one more time and yoochun falls to the ground, he’s definitely broken now. yoochun’s crying, and changmin turns around. he kneels over and kisses yoochun on the cheek.
‘i do love you, but i don’t want you to love me.’
‘why?’
yoochun’s still weak, but he wants to know.’
‘because i’m not good enough for you. i hurt you, and i’ve never once said ‘i love you’ until now. i’m a horrible boyfriend.’
‘i don’t care about those things silly.’
‘what?’
‘i love you because even though you never say ‘i love you’, you show it everyday. you take care of me when i’m sick, and you love me endlessly, what more could i ask for?’
‘tell me that i’ll never be another one of your ex-boyfriends, tell me that you’ll never leave my side, and make me promise that i’ll never leave you.’
yoochun smiles and laughs a bit. he grasps changmin’s hand in his and kisses it.
‘i don’t have to because i trust you.’
he brings changmin’s hand up to his cheek and changmin notices something.
‘yoochun, you’re warm.’
‘i know, because i have you.’
(bitch.)
‘what the hell is wrong with you?’
‘what’s wrong with me? what the fuck is wrong with you?’
he snaps and lands a punch on his boyfriend’s cold cheek. his soon to be ex-boyfriend, that is. changmin’s filled with rage and drops his arm down, he takes a look at the damage he’s caused. but it’s all yoochun’s fault, it’s all his fault.
‘why?’
he’s pleading now, there’s no other person who would do this, other than him, but love is twisted and bastardly, changmin hates it more than death.
‘because you don’t love me like you used to.’
the answer is blunt, and changmin wishes yoochun could have sugar-coated it.
(i wish, i wish, upon a star.)
‘what are you saying? you want to break-up?’
‘break-up? those words can’t be applied to us, considering we were never together in the first place.’
‘what the fuck are you saying?!’
‘you’ve never once, not once, said those three words my ears long to hear most changmin; not once.’
‘because-‘
‘because you don’t really love me.’
and changmin snaps for a second time that night. he lands another punch on his boyfriend, but this time in the stomach. yoochun keels over and falls to the pavement, it’s cold, just like his heart. he gets up and a fight starts. yoochun’s being beat up pretty badly by changmin, but he manages to land a couple hits on changmin’s frame. changmin doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t want to hurt yoochun anymore, but his body won’t stop.
(i love you, but i can’t stop hurting you.)
the cops come and the crowd disperses. the spectators have left the two, and the cops break it off. they both look pretty bad off, and regulations; they have to be taken down to the city jail and stay a night or two, pay a fine, then they can leave.
one of the larger cops throws yoochun and changmin in the cell.
yoochun leans his back against the back and changmin thinks about how this happened.
(‘changmin, i love you.’
yoochun nuzzles into changmin’s neck and he’s waiting for a response, but nothing comes. changmin gets a phone call from the office and walks away. he wasn’t even paying attention. yoochun sits on the couch, alone. then changmin comes back, he wraps his arm around yoochun’s smaller frame, but yoochun pushes him away and walks out the door to the nearest club.
‘yoochun? yoochun!’
changmin growls in frustration and follows him.’)
‘why changmin?’
yoochun’s hung his head low and changmin can barely make out the streaming tears.
‘why what? i don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about!’
changmin is glad that the cops put the two of them in the farthest cell room from the desk. and the door was closed, it was just yoochun and him now.
‘just shut up, i don’t want to hear your stupid voice anymore.’
yoochun doesn’t want to fight anymore, he doesn’t want to be hurt anymore, so he gives up. changmin stands up and saunters to yoochun and moves his hand along yoochun’s nipples. yoochun moans, just the slightest. changmin grins and shoves his hand down yoochun’s jeans, he grabs hold of yoochun’s cock and it’s so hard.
yoochun blushes as changmin violently pulls off yoochun’s jeans, then the boxers, to reveal something beautiful. changmin pushes yoochun down and marks him with butterfly kisses from his lower left thigh to his sensitive neckline. yoochun can’t take it anymore, he’s going to go crazy if he doesn’t have changmin in him right now, right there.
changmin shoves a finger in yoochun, making slow scissoring motions, but it’s too slow for yoochun, he needs something more. he gradually adds in a second finger, then a third. yoochun’s already reduced to a chorus of whimpers and moans, and changmin stops the friction, much to yoochun’s displeasure. changmin sits down leans against the wall.
‘ride me bitch.’
and yoochun complies. he straddles changmin and with one swift motion, changmin’s cock is buried deep inside yoochun’s warmth. changmin lolls his head back in pleasure, but he knows yoochun is having the most fun right now. yoochun’s trying his best to muffle his moans, but it’s too hard. changmin pulls yoochun’s hand from his mouth and kisses him.
‘i love it when you moan like a bitch.’
(why can’t you love me?)
changmin thinks yoochun’s had enough fun, so he flips him over, and yoochun’s on his stomach now, the floor is cold, but not as cold as himself. yoochun rolls around, he doesn’t want to make love this way, but changmin disagrees and pushes him down once more. the both of them don’t know whether it’s a fight for dominance, or a fight to stop, but nonetheless, changmin wins.
he pushes yoochun down again, but with much more force, and yoochun’s shoulder starts to bleed. changmin doesn’t notice, and he thrusts hard into him. yoochun’s bleeding down there, but changmin still doesn’t care, he needs release and he wants to break yoochun down. yoochun’s groans have become pleas of mercy, but changmin can’t hear them.
‘stop, please, it hurts changmin.’
(pleasure or pain, choose your poison.)
changmin thrusts up one more time and yoochun falls to the ground, he’s definitely broken now. yoochun’s crying, and changmin turns around. he kneels over and kisses yoochun on the cheek.
‘i do love you, but i don’t want you to love me.’
‘why?’
yoochun’s still weak, but he wants to know.’
‘because i’m not good enough for you. i hurt you, and i’ve never once said ‘i love you’ until now. i’m a horrible boyfriend.’
‘i don’t care about those things silly.’
‘what?’
‘i love you because even though you never say ‘i love you’, you show it everyday. you take care of me when i’m sick, and you love me endlessly, what more could i ask for?’
‘tell me that i’ll never be another one of your ex-boyfriends, tell me that you’ll never leave my side, and make me promise that i’ll never leave you.’
yoochun smiles and laughs a bit. he grasps changmin’s hand in his and kisses it.
‘i don’t have to because i trust you.’
he brings changmin’s hand up to his cheek and changmin notices something.
‘yoochun, you’re warm.’
‘i know, because i have you.’