Fragile, Empty Paradise [Drabble]
Title: Fragile, Empty Paradise
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own...nothing T.T
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fantasy
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied sex
Summary: They live in a world without a moon, where death is obsolete and apples are no good here.
A/N: This is dedicated to all you wonderful people who wished meh a happy birthday. :'D Thank you! (Actually the idea for this fic somehow sprung on me from the fic chapter heijihatsutori dedicated to me in honor of my birthday. xD Thanks, yo!)
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Fragile, Empty Paradise
They live in a world without a moon.
The sun beats down unrelenting and the clouds reflect its light and leave searing diamonds in Junsu's eyes.
Here, every day is silent, disturbed only by whispers and the wind that shush, shushes as Yoochun leans closer to hear Junsu's hushed laugh. The days are familiar stretches of long hours of nothing; darkness never falls and the sun, forever too bright. Forever the same.
Junsu walks past the towering gates, fingers gliding across what he thinks must be brass and tries to remember what lies on the other side. Yoochun stays at his side, fists in his pockets and watches Junsu's hands.
They pass familiar people every day. Always wrapped in white, feathered robes. Always the same. Faces too bright to see, faces watching, ageless faces, sleepless faces.
Time is irrelevant here.
In this place where death is obsolete and life's tedium and persistent continuity becomes a burden. What is life when there is nothing to do with it? Yoochun finds something to do in Junsu's mouth.
Under the apple tree, Junsu prefers Yoochun to the juices of a ripe, fallen, blood red fruit and swallows him whole because he knows Yoochun is pure white inside. And when Yoochun bends him over, Junsu's whispers run their blood hot and the wind falls silent.
Pain is foreign here, as death is not a citizen. So the sensation that shoots up Junsu's spine as Yoochun breaches should not be misunderstood, but rather welcomed and treasured and sought after again and again with fingers intertwined and skin littered with bite marks and kisses.
This world is too still. This world is too bright. This world is too long. This world is too mundane. To Junsu, this world is fragile. To Yoochun, this world is empty.
But together in each other's arms, this world is paradise.
Rather like they've died and gone to heaven.
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Comments give Yoosu their wings~
I know it's been a while since I've updated. Inspiration is cruel and only visits me when it feels like it. x'D
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own...nothing T.T
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Drabble
Genre: Romance, fantasy
Rating: PG
Warning: Implied sex
Summary: They live in a world without a moon, where death is obsolete and apples are no good here.
A/N: This is dedicated to all you wonderful people who wished meh a happy birthday. :'D Thank you! (Actually the idea for this fic somehow sprung on me from the fic chapter heijihatsutori dedicated to me in honor of my birthday. xD Thanks, yo!)
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Fragile, Empty Paradise
They live in a world without a moon.
The sun beats down unrelenting and the clouds reflect its light and leave searing diamonds in Junsu's eyes.
Here, every day is silent, disturbed only by whispers and the wind that shush, shushes as Yoochun leans closer to hear Junsu's hushed laugh. The days are familiar stretches of long hours of nothing; darkness never falls and the sun, forever too bright. Forever the same.
Junsu walks past the towering gates, fingers gliding across what he thinks must be brass and tries to remember what lies on the other side. Yoochun stays at his side, fists in his pockets and watches Junsu's hands.
They pass familiar people every day. Always wrapped in white, feathered robes. Always the same. Faces too bright to see, faces watching, ageless faces, sleepless faces.
Time is irrelevant here.
In this place where death is obsolete and life's tedium and persistent continuity becomes a burden. What is life when there is nothing to do with it? Yoochun finds something to do in Junsu's mouth.
Under the apple tree, Junsu prefers Yoochun to the juices of a ripe, fallen, blood red fruit and swallows him whole because he knows Yoochun is pure white inside. And when Yoochun bends him over, Junsu's whispers run their blood hot and the wind falls silent.
Pain is foreign here, as death is not a citizen. So the sensation that shoots up Junsu's spine as Yoochun breaches should not be misunderstood, but rather welcomed and treasured and sought after again and again with fingers intertwined and skin littered with bite marks and kisses.
This world is too still. This world is too bright. This world is too long. This world is too mundane. To Junsu, this world is fragile. To Yoochun, this world is empty.
But together in each other's arms, this world is paradise.
Rather like they've died and gone to heaven.
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Comments give Yoosu their wings~
I know it's been a while since I've updated. Inspiration is cruel and only visits me when it feels like it. x'D
Ahem~ Please note meh comedy/romance/fluff community~ dbkrackweens Join, yo! >8D
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