[FIC] The color purple
He came crashing through the surface, the cold water smothering him as he tried to get a grip of the situation. The fog made it impossible to see, impossible to understand. Suddenly, something big brushed against his leg, and he felt himself being dragged along by the current of the demon. “Help!” he cried out as the demon pulled him underwater. He managed to fight his way back to the surface, and cry for help one last time before the ocean swallowed him again.
“Yunho? Wake up.”
He woke up to his own desperate cries, and the soft voice of his husband. Drenched in sweat, Yunho sat up, waiving his hands in the air as if he was trying to fight something.
Jaejoong quickly turned on the lights, and wrapped his arms around his shaking other half.
Every once in a while, this would happen. Jaejoong didn’t know why, but he knew Yunho was sick. He knew something had molded him into the man he was, but he didn’t know what, or who. Even though he knew the older man could lash out at him any moment, he continued to share his own warmth with him in a forced hug.
If there was one thing Yunho hated, it was weakness. Even more so when it was his own.
“Let go.”
“But Yunho-”
“I said let go, Jaejoong. I’m not a fucking child.”
“I know that… it’s just.. you were screaming-”
“It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”
Yunho couldn’t sleep for the rest of that night. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared, and the soothing sound of Jaejoong’s deep breaths calmed him down.
There was something inside of him, something that didn’t want him to feel love and happiness.
“Love is for the weak. Are you weak?” The hoarse voice of his father played over and over again in his head.
“I’m not weak,” he whispered. Yunho looked at his husband, at the bruises he’d left on his body.
“I’m sorry, Jaejoong…” His fingers danced across the purple marks, causing Jaejoong to stir in his sleep.
Yunho knew he was sick, he knew he had problems. He knew he had demons inside of him that he couldn’t get rid of, demons he wasn’t strong enough to fight.
“If I could, Jaejoong… I would drown the demons inside of me, but the thing is… they can swim.”
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“Yunho? Wake up.”
He woke up to his own desperate cries, and the soft voice of his husband. Drenched in sweat, Yunho sat up, waiving his hands in the air as if he was trying to fight something.
Jaejoong quickly turned on the lights, and wrapped his arms around his shaking other half.
Every once in a while, this would happen. Jaejoong didn’t know why, but he knew Yunho was sick. He knew something had molded him into the man he was, but he didn’t know what, or who. Even though he knew the older man could lash out at him any moment, he continued to share his own warmth with him in a forced hug.
If there was one thing Yunho hated, it was weakness. Even more so when it was his own.
“Let go.”
“But Yunho-”
“I said let go, Jaejoong. I’m not a fucking child.”
“I know that… it’s just.. you were screaming-”
“It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.”
Yunho couldn’t sleep for the rest of that night. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was scared, and the soothing sound of Jaejoong’s deep breaths calmed him down.
There was something inside of him, something that didn’t want him to feel love and happiness.
“Love is for the weak. Are you weak?” The hoarse voice of his father played over and over again in his head.
“I’m not weak,” he whispered. Yunho looked at his husband, at the bruises he’d left on his body.
“I’m sorry, Jaejoong…” His fingers danced across the purple marks, causing Jaejoong to stir in his sleep.
Yunho knew he was sick, he knew he had problems. He knew he had demons inside of him that he couldn’t get rid of, demons he wasn’t strong enough to fight.
“If I could, Jaejoong… I would drown the demons inside of me, but the thing is… they can swim.”
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