Here, we collect pieces of us; JaeHo; PG; for the listfic challenge
Here, we collect pieces of us
191 words. R.
- DBSK; JaeHo
author aoireeza.
summary Yunho speaks in a language Jaejoong would never be able to understand.
notes for the listfic challenge with pach_unni (prompt: broken into a whole). written out of frustration. you've been warned.
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
Yunho speaks in some sort of paralanguage, limbs and skin all over his own. One minute, Yunho’s yelling at him, telling him to get his steps right; the next minute, Yunho’s got him pinned against the wall, searching for his voice and some breathing space. Yunho kisses him senseless, fucks him against white walls that scream to him don’t let him get to you - his skin, his mind, his heart - and for the next ten minutes, everything is an endless cycle of push and pull and ripping each other apart, souls included.
In the course of a discourse of screams, certain voices tell him certain things:
Yunho favors flesh over heart and more than anything else.
If he offers Yunho his heart, he’ll get nothing in return.
He’s falling apart.
Yunho’s breathing in heavy against his chest and he tries catching his breath. It never will end, would it, he asks himself, silences the small voice in him. Yunho sinks into the floor and not in him, throws his head back and they’re back to rehearsing their steps - push, pull, rip apart, break. They could break hearts like this.
Yunho does.
191 words. R.
- DBSK; JaeHo
author aoireeza.
summary Yunho speaks in a language Jaejoong would never be able to understand.
notes for the listfic challenge with pach_unni (prompt: broken into a whole). written out of frustration. you've been warned.
disclaimer i do not own these boys. SM does.
Yunho speaks in some sort of paralanguage, limbs and skin all over his own. One minute, Yunho’s yelling at him, telling him to get his steps right; the next minute, Yunho’s got him pinned against the wall, searching for his voice and some breathing space. Yunho kisses him senseless, fucks him against white walls that scream to him don’t let him get to you - his skin, his mind, his heart - and for the next ten minutes, everything is an endless cycle of push and pull and ripping each other apart, souls included.
In the course of a discourse of screams, certain voices tell him certain things:
Yunho favors flesh over heart and more than anything else.
If he offers Yunho his heart, he’ll get nothing in return.
He’s falling apart.
Yunho’s breathing in heavy against his chest and he tries catching his breath. It never will end, would it, he asks himself, silences the small voice in him. Yunho sinks into the floor and not in him, throws his head back and they’re back to rehearsing their steps - push, pull, rip apart, break. They could break hearts like this.
Yunho does.