birds and bees may break my bones.
birds and bees may break my bones
twojunwoon (doojoon/junhyung/dongwoon), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
dongwoon doesn't understand love, and everyone ends up getting hurt.
Dongwoon , Junhyung writes in his yellowing notebook, forming slow words with the black blood that flows from his pen, sweeps girls off their feet.
Dongwoon catches blushing hearts between
his smiling teeth.
Dongwoon sweeps boys off their feet.
But Dongwoon doesn't understand
L, O, V, E.
In the mornings, Dongwoon wakes up around a cold body in bed, sometimes two, sometimes more. Spilled liquor from the night before has become patches of golden brown on the floor and bedsheets, and he remembers the cool sensation of drying alcohol on his skin. Dongwoon pushes the plastic face of his one-night stand away, makes a face when she groans and god does her breath stink or what.
Funny how her cheekbones looked prettier the night before and so did her mouth. The firm swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass felt good under his hands. Now she looks like the living dead with her sunken cheeks and chapped lips, and his fingers twitch at her waist- her skin feels uncomfortably taut (liposuction) and too cold (frozen food section).
Dongwoon slips out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He lifts the toilet seat and waits for the bile to crawl up his throat, bubbling over like the morning coffee that Doojoon makes, and retches his heart out into the toilet water.
When he is done, he grips the sides of the toilet bowl, kneeling and shaking (oh heavenly father forgive me), tears mixing with stained saliva on white knuckles.
Dongwoon fingers the short hairs that stick to his cheeks and presses his sweaty palms to his face (forgive me, forgive me, for I have sinned again) and flushes the half-digested contents of his stomach. His bloodshot eyes follow the spiral of liquid as it disappears, and becomes clear water again (wine turns to water, forgive, forgive).
Meanwhile, Doojoon stands outside the bedroom door, listening to the usual sounds of shuffling feet, painful groans and the final splash of vomit into the toilet bowl. It has become an unhealthy routine.
For every night that Dongwoon comes home with his arms around a girl or a boy, eyes rolling along to the hiccup of his words ("Friends, no, wait, lovers,") Doojoon bites the inside of his cheek and tries not to explode. Junhyung tells him to leave Dongwoon alone, but gives the younger a stern look when he trips into his bedroom with an ever-changing stranger.
All night long, Doojoon and Junhyung sit on the tiny couch of their shared apartment, staring blankly at the television screen. A sea of static is waiting to be drained by dawn. Doojoon falls asleep in Junhyung's lap, and the younger of the two closes his eyes only when he stops hearing the shifting of bedsheets in the room behind them. He presses a button on the remote control and the television screen fades to black, an emptiness that everyone feels in the morning later.
"Have you heard of vulture bees?"
"What?" Dongwoon struggles to speak through the cornflakes in his mouth. It is three in the afternoon.
"Vulture bees," Junhyung repeats in patient syllables. "They feed on rotting flesh."
Dongwoon scratches confusion onto the back of his neck.
"But bees don't do that, they feed on nectar, don't they, hyung?"
"I guess you can say that vulture bees are different, twisted, sort of."
The mental image of six-legged creatures drilling themselves into the melting flesh of a dead animal is not pretty at all, to say the least.
"You're like them." Junhyung says and leaves the kitchen without looking back.
You were meant for nectar, but you chose to follow the stench of carrions instead, to salivate over the fruit of the flesh.
You know forgiveness, but do you know repentance?
One evening, the sky is on fire.
When Dongwoon attempts to sneak a pretty boy past the threshold and into the apartment, Doojoon pushes the poor boy out and slams the door shut.
"What are you doing?! Hyunseung, Hyunseung-" The younger hisses and fumbles with the doorknob. Doojoon fists the lapels of Dongwoon's jacket and presses the younger against the door, growling into his red-tipped ears, "What do you think you're doing?"
Junhyung stumbles out of the bathroom in time, dripping wet in a baby-blue bathrobe. He stops just a few steps away from them. The air is getting thicker by the minute, and Junhyung feels breathless, his lungs aching.
Dongwoon speaks through gritted teeth. "Let go of me."
"You say they're lovers, but you don't love them."
"I said, let go-"
"You don't know what love is, you're wasting your time with all these strangers, these fuck buddies that you bring home to soil your own bed-"
"You taught me to love this way, you're the one to blame, nobody else, not me, not those people I've fucked and been fucked by, so shut the fuck up." Dongwoon spits, lifting his reddened eyes to meet Doojoon's widened ones, then shoves the elder aside while Junhyung opens his mouth to say something-
"You don't fucking understand at all."
His words seep into their veins, a venom that travels straight to their hearts. Dongwoon throws the door open and it slams shut behind him.
Doojoon slides onto the floor and looks to Junhyung (sad eyes meet sad eyes, forgive, forgive).
They know that Dongwoon was right.
The apartment grows cold and dusty without Dongwoon around. Junhyung and Doojoon keep each other alive, but things are different. The narrow hallways are void of echoes of laughter and the rooms are too still. Junhyung steps into Dongwoon's room for the tenth time today and nearly forgets that he has already cleaned the room twice. Doojoon tries to breathe happiness into the air, taking a cigarette between his pale fingers and fills the house with smoke.
Fire, fire, fire.
He laughs through tears and lies on the balcony half-naked. Even Junhyung has fallen victim to this misery, his shivering body curled up against the kitchen counter. The floor is a mess of red wine (bittersweet blood) and hard liquor.
That night, Doojoon crawls his way onto Junhyung's aching body and kisses his blushing skin, painting red all over his pale body while Junhyung just moans for more, crying, whimpering, begging and Doojoon gives him everything, pain, pleasure, release, sin, over and over again- anything to forget that Dongwoon is gone.
And then after they are done, their bodies stained with sticky white, they remember that they were (still are, perhaps) fuck buddies.
Junhyung dials Dongwoon's number for the fifth time today. Dongwoon finally answers the phone, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than Junhyung remembers it to be.
"What do you want?"
"I, I just," Junhyung stutters, incomprehensible noises threatening to escape from his throat. He calms himself and sucks in a deep breath. "I just wanted to know, how are you?"
There is a long pause and Junhyung nibbles on his thumb, waiting.
"I'm doing well on my own."
And then, without thinking, Junhyung breathes into the speaker, "Can I see you?"
I want to see you, talk to you, feel your presence.
Dongwoon doesn't say anything. The sound of wind howling hurts Junhyung's ears.
"I... I miss you."
"Hyung."
"So does Doojoon," His voice is starting to grow shaky.
"We miss you. Dongwoon, please."
"... No, I don't-"
"Please, come back."
Birds and bees may break our bones, but words may heal our souls.
tbc...?
idk anymore ;A;
twojunwoon (doojoon/junhyung/dongwoon), pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
dongwoon doesn't understand love, and everyone ends up getting hurt.
Dongwoon , Junhyung writes in his yellowing notebook, forming slow words with the black blood that flows from his pen, sweeps girls off their feet.
Dongwoon catches blushing hearts between
his smiling teeth.
Dongwoon sweeps boys off their feet.
But Dongwoon doesn't understand
L, O, V, E.
In the mornings, Dongwoon wakes up around a cold body in bed, sometimes two, sometimes more. Spilled liquor from the night before has become patches of golden brown on the floor and bedsheets, and he remembers the cool sensation of drying alcohol on his skin. Dongwoon pushes the plastic face of his one-night stand away, makes a face when she groans and god does her breath stink or what.
Funny how her cheekbones looked prettier the night before and so did her mouth. The firm swell of her breasts and the curve of her ass felt good under his hands. Now she looks like the living dead with her sunken cheeks and chapped lips, and his fingers twitch at her waist- her skin feels uncomfortably taut (liposuction) and too cold (frozen food section).
Dongwoon slips out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. He lifts the toilet seat and waits for the bile to crawl up his throat, bubbling over like the morning coffee that Doojoon makes, and retches his heart out into the toilet water.
When he is done, he grips the sides of the toilet bowl, kneeling and shaking (oh heavenly father forgive me), tears mixing with stained saliva on white knuckles.
Dongwoon fingers the short hairs that stick to his cheeks and presses his sweaty palms to his face (forgive me, forgive me, for I have sinned again) and flushes the half-digested contents of his stomach. His bloodshot eyes follow the spiral of liquid as it disappears, and becomes clear water again (wine turns to water, forgive, forgive).
Meanwhile, Doojoon stands outside the bedroom door, listening to the usual sounds of shuffling feet, painful groans and the final splash of vomit into the toilet bowl. It has become an unhealthy routine.
For every night that Dongwoon comes home with his arms around a girl or a boy, eyes rolling along to the hiccup of his words ("Friends, no, wait, lovers,") Doojoon bites the inside of his cheek and tries not to explode. Junhyung tells him to leave Dongwoon alone, but gives the younger a stern look when he trips into his bedroom with an ever-changing stranger.
All night long, Doojoon and Junhyung sit on the tiny couch of their shared apartment, staring blankly at the television screen. A sea of static is waiting to be drained by dawn. Doojoon falls asleep in Junhyung's lap, and the younger of the two closes his eyes only when he stops hearing the shifting of bedsheets in the room behind them. He presses a button on the remote control and the television screen fades to black, an emptiness that everyone feels in the morning later.
"Have you heard of vulture bees?"
"What?" Dongwoon struggles to speak through the cornflakes in his mouth. It is three in the afternoon.
"Vulture bees," Junhyung repeats in patient syllables. "They feed on rotting flesh."
Dongwoon scratches confusion onto the back of his neck.
"But bees don't do that, they feed on nectar, don't they, hyung?"
"I guess you can say that vulture bees are different, twisted, sort of."
The mental image of six-legged creatures drilling themselves into the melting flesh of a dead animal is not pretty at all, to say the least.
"You're like them." Junhyung says and leaves the kitchen without looking back.
You were meant for nectar, but you chose to follow the stench of carrions instead, to salivate over the fruit of the flesh.
You know forgiveness, but do you know repentance?
One evening, the sky is on fire.
When Dongwoon attempts to sneak a pretty boy past the threshold and into the apartment, Doojoon pushes the poor boy out and slams the door shut.
"What are you doing?! Hyunseung, Hyunseung-" The younger hisses and fumbles with the doorknob. Doojoon fists the lapels of Dongwoon's jacket and presses the younger against the door, growling into his red-tipped ears, "What do you think you're doing?"
Junhyung stumbles out of the bathroom in time, dripping wet in a baby-blue bathrobe. He stops just a few steps away from them. The air is getting thicker by the minute, and Junhyung feels breathless, his lungs aching.
Dongwoon speaks through gritted teeth. "Let go of me."
"You say they're lovers, but you don't love them."
"I said, let go-"
"You don't know what love is, you're wasting your time with all these strangers, these fuck buddies that you bring home to soil your own bed-"
"You taught me to love this way, you're the one to blame, nobody else, not me, not those people I've fucked and been fucked by, so shut the fuck up." Dongwoon spits, lifting his reddened eyes to meet Doojoon's widened ones, then shoves the elder aside while Junhyung opens his mouth to say something-
"You don't fucking understand at all."
His words seep into their veins, a venom that travels straight to their hearts. Dongwoon throws the door open and it slams shut behind him.
Doojoon slides onto the floor and looks to Junhyung (sad eyes meet sad eyes, forgive, forgive).
They know that Dongwoon was right.
The apartment grows cold and dusty without Dongwoon around. Junhyung and Doojoon keep each other alive, but things are different. The narrow hallways are void of echoes of laughter and the rooms are too still. Junhyung steps into Dongwoon's room for the tenth time today and nearly forgets that he has already cleaned the room twice. Doojoon tries to breathe happiness into the air, taking a cigarette between his pale fingers and fills the house with smoke.
Fire, fire, fire.
He laughs through tears and lies on the balcony half-naked. Even Junhyung has fallen victim to this misery, his shivering body curled up against the kitchen counter. The floor is a mess of red wine (bittersweet blood) and hard liquor.
That night, Doojoon crawls his way onto Junhyung's aching body and kisses his blushing skin, painting red all over his pale body while Junhyung just moans for more, crying, whimpering, begging and Doojoon gives him everything, pain, pleasure, release, sin, over and over again- anything to forget that Dongwoon is gone.
And then after they are done, their bodies stained with sticky white, they remember that they were (still are, perhaps) fuck buddies.
Junhyung dials Dongwoon's number for the fifth time today. Dongwoon finally answers the phone, his voice sounding deeper and rougher than Junhyung remembers it to be.
"What do you want?"
"I, I just," Junhyung stutters, incomprehensible noises threatening to escape from his throat. He calms himself and sucks in a deep breath. "I just wanted to know, how are you?"
There is a long pause and Junhyung nibbles on his thumb, waiting.
"I'm doing well on my own."
And then, without thinking, Junhyung breathes into the speaker, "Can I see you?"
I want to see you, talk to you, feel your presence.
Dongwoon doesn't say anything. The sound of wind howling hurts Junhyung's ears.
"I... I miss you."
"Hyung."
"So does Doojoon," His voice is starting to grow shaky.
"We miss you. Dongwoon, please."
"... No, I don't-"
"Please, come back."
Birds and bees may break our bones, but words may heal our souls.
tbc...?
idk anymore ;A;