priceless harmonies [response to flashfic challenge: spring giddiness]
title: priceless harmonies
author: junyoo
word count: 511
concrit: yeep!
characters: yoochun/junsu
summary: yoochun's lost in death.
author's notes: for xiahjuice, who always craves the yoosu. I TRIED? ♥
i would love to kiss you.
the price of kissing is your life.
now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
what a bargain, let's buy it.
There's a moment in time where, if given freely, Yoochun could catch a heart and make it his forever. But here in this world of wings and souls, there is no love, and he's been lost for too long. Even a face as pretty as this one, a personality as bright as the sun, can't save him now. Those dark eyes are perfect for drowning in, a world of shared air that's, before too long, no good to breathe in, recycled, and too many possiblities to wrap his mind around, a confusing state of chaos he doesn't have the want for.
The moment passes and Yoochun's still as loveless as ever. But those eyes still tempt him, and Yoochun wonders how long he'll be able to resist; this siren's song is too alluring, beats and half-notes coming together more perfectly than anything he's ever dared to write. Alluring as it may be, if Yoochun were to write a song for this, it'd be full of the happier things in life he tries to ignore, the crinkles on the edges of a crooked but flawless smile, the laugh lines that hug the corners of slim half-moon eyes, starry-bright when the world's not looking. It'd be love on paper, flowing from his heart to his fingertips like magic.
--
"Yoochun, how did you die?"
Yoochun closes his eyes, smoke drifting like a mask from his lips. "It doesn't matter," he says softly, memories of rage and cold steel skittering along his nerve endings like cold fire. "I never died, really," he adds, after all but hearing the dropped expression, another failed attempt at conversation; Yoochun can feel his wall crumbling down all around him after years of being strong enough. He wasn't ready for this. "I was murdered by my lover."
"Oh." The gaze isn't lifted. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I'm sorry." Stop biting your lip, Yoochun thinks, eyes squeezed so tight he sees flashes of color on blurred nothing. A shuffle of sound and he's standing now, somewhere. Yoochun still doesn't open his eyes.
"It was twenty years ago. I'm over it." A lie, a lie and he's still hiding behind smoke and ash. It can't kill him now, he's been dead to the world and he's never been better off, never wanted anything more until now.
--
Someday, Yoochun might find himself in another moment like this, and he might give in. He might run fingers across a soft cheekbone and write a song with them, shaping them against skin in hopes that they'll be just as perfect. He might fall in love, take a love freely given and tuck it in the cracks of a broken heart that beats for a life he's already lost-- surrender completely. He might never ask why, because every question he'd dare to ask would be answered in a soft kiss, lips warm and alive on his own and a name on his lips that he'd never trade for anything else in this lonely world.
Junsu, Yoochun might whisper, as his love plays harmonies on a priceless living piano, grand and beautiful; perfect.
author: junyoo
word count: 511
concrit: yeep!
characters: yoochun/junsu
summary: yoochun's lost in death.
author's notes: for xiahjuice, who always craves the yoosu. I TRIED? ♥
i would love to kiss you.
the price of kissing is your life.
now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
what a bargain, let's buy it.
There's a moment in time where, if given freely, Yoochun could catch a heart and make it his forever. But here in this world of wings and souls, there is no love, and he's been lost for too long. Even a face as pretty as this one, a personality as bright as the sun, can't save him now. Those dark eyes are perfect for drowning in, a world of shared air that's, before too long, no good to breathe in, recycled, and too many possiblities to wrap his mind around, a confusing state of chaos he doesn't have the want for.
The moment passes and Yoochun's still as loveless as ever. But those eyes still tempt him, and Yoochun wonders how long he'll be able to resist; this siren's song is too alluring, beats and half-notes coming together more perfectly than anything he's ever dared to write. Alluring as it may be, if Yoochun were to write a song for this, it'd be full of the happier things in life he tries to ignore, the crinkles on the edges of a crooked but flawless smile, the laugh lines that hug the corners of slim half-moon eyes, starry-bright when the world's not looking. It'd be love on paper, flowing from his heart to his fingertips like magic.
--
"Yoochun, how did you die?"
Yoochun closes his eyes, smoke drifting like a mask from his lips. "It doesn't matter," he says softly, memories of rage and cold steel skittering along his nerve endings like cold fire. "I never died, really," he adds, after all but hearing the dropped expression, another failed attempt at conversation; Yoochun can feel his wall crumbling down all around him after years of being strong enough. He wasn't ready for this. "I was murdered by my lover."
"Oh." The gaze isn't lifted. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I'm sorry." Stop biting your lip, Yoochun thinks, eyes squeezed so tight he sees flashes of color on blurred nothing. A shuffle of sound and he's standing now, somewhere. Yoochun still doesn't open his eyes.
"It was twenty years ago. I'm over it." A lie, a lie and he's still hiding behind smoke and ash. It can't kill him now, he's been dead to the world and he's never been better off, never wanted anything more until now.
--
Someday, Yoochun might find himself in another moment like this, and he might give in. He might run fingers across a soft cheekbone and write a song with them, shaping them against skin in hopes that they'll be just as perfect. He might fall in love, take a love freely given and tuck it in the cracks of a broken heart that beats for a life he's already lost-- surrender completely. He might never ask why, because every question he'd dare to ask would be answered in a soft kiss, lips warm and alive on his own and a name on his lips that he'd never trade for anything else in this lonely world.
Junsu, Yoochun might whisper, as his love plays harmonies on a priceless living piano, grand and beautiful; perfect.