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Oct 04, 2006 22:19

Title: Signs
Rating: PG
Word Count: 330
A/N: I'm sorry. For another bit of total incoherence. o(--)o I really thought I escaped the lure of character death. :sigh:
Summary: They spoke volumes.

Perhaps they were signs.

The roses left on your bedstand. The small post-it notes stuck to your computer screen. The light snacks you found on the kitchen table when you came back late from practicing at the studio.

How he casually suggested that the two of you hang out on your free days. The way he carefully folded each and every article of your clothing while the other guys' clothes were in disarray beside him.

Maybe they were things that he was trying to tell you.

All chances, soundless words that you could have read.

Did you choose to ignore them? Were they too much for your little heart to take?

Did you feel guilty when the roses wilted and dried from lack of care? When the post-its were thrown away and the snacks not eaten?

How about when you shrugged him off when he slyly asked you to the movies? When your clothes began to smell of cinnamon, not your trademark mint?

When Junsu was fucking you on those late nights at the studio?

Did you feel it then?

As you look at Jaejoong's gravestone, your eyes were white like the sky above you. Clear and knowing of everything.

Did he know? Did he know how he never crossed your mind for more than five seconds? Did it drive him to this?

"Changmin-ah?"

You feel a cold hand grasping your elbow. You turn and see Junsu, pain written across his face and cinnamon pulsing from his wrists. His eyes are black.

Wordlessly, you leave the cemetery in Junsu's arms, comforting the man with sweet whispers.

And you somehow...  Somehow, you manage to push your guilt aside.

"At 12:30 PM, teen idol star YoungWoong Jaejoong was in a horrible car accident down Route 15. No news yet on his condition. We do know that he was taken to Seoul Hospital..."

You turn off the TV.

You know what happened. You all do.

And you begin to wonder as you stare at the turned off TV.

... If you had missed something.

author: b, rating: pg, length: drabble, genre: angst

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