Oneshot - Paradise
Title: Paradise
Pairing: Yoochun x Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst; AU
Summary: Where Yoochun and Jaejoong are outcasts and starve for freedom.
1,556 words.
A/N: Written for mikiraa, hope you like it! ♥ Also, this is based on the MV, "我們的愛" (Our Love) by F.I.R.
(The last day)
“Sing to me,” he whispers.
Your arms tighten around his drenched body as he lies in your arms, cold and tired- tired from running and disappearing into dark alleyways, fleeting from the ruthless grasps of reality and punishment. You’ve finally ended up here, on the shores of this ocean, colorless and ashen, where all of time stops and the breezes are cold and biting, skies gray and crying.
‘The rest of the world is off somewhere else, they won’t find you here, won’t find you here…’
You stroke his dark locks gently, gazing at his profile, pale and weary, (once flushed and full of life-) gray shadows hanging off his face (permanent scars reminding you of the past- it’s all in the past now).
“Right now I wish for my own freedom; Far away from the constraint of this lonesome world-” You sing a lullaby you’ve come to learn, one that speaks of lost love and tears. Shaking the silence, your voice reverberates off into the distance like a cry for help.
But no one hears you.
(Day 1)
You walked down aisle number three: breakfast, cereals, instant food. Yoochun had asked you to buy another few packs of coffee that morning after using up the last can. It was a clear blue day outside, sunlit and warm, wind gently sweeping the earth. The trees outside were beginning to shade into vibrant reds and yellows, autumn was arriving.
Your fingers were reaching for his favorite mix when your cell phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Jae- Jaejoong,” he was panting, loud shouts and footsteps were chasing after in the background, static and unclear.
“Yoochun? What’s going on?”
“Don’t come home. Meet you at the bridge in two minutes.”
The still dial tone buzzed through your mind, a low drone hanging off your ears.
Your heart was pounding like a thousand drums and you were scared. ‘How could they find us that fast?’ But you ignored the question and ran to your car parked outside. The engine roared to life and you stepped on the gas pedal, eager and anxious, fingers shaking against the car wheel. You tightened your grip until your knuckles turned white, but it didn’t help you to calm down. You forgot to breathe.
You were arriving closer and closer to the bridge, and your eyes were searching for him frantically. You were desperate and your mind was flashing images of him dead, a bloodied body disposed on the side of the street, eyes unseeing, heartbeat stilled.
“No…” you choked out, tears beginning to blur your vision.
You parked on the side of the road, running as fast as you could. You saw the outline of the bridge, but no one was there and you felt your heart sink, horrific scenarios resurfacing.
“Jaejoong!”
He was running to you, face heavily bruised, bleeding, with deep cuts across his arms. He stumbled and limped, but he didn’t stop running.
“Yoochun-“
“Hurry,” he panted and pulled you along.
You lifted his arm and slung it over your shoulder, trying the best you could to support him. He was coughing and blood from his wounds was seeping through your shirt like a leak in the faucet. You reached the car and he took the driver’s seat before you could argue.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured, hand holding onto yours gripping it like a lifeline. He looked into your eyes and you could see the regret, frustration, and worries engraved on his face.
You shook your head, “Don’t be.” You stroked his face with your fingers gently and he winced under your touch. You jerked your hand away. “Does it hurt?” You asked, heart aching seeing him like this.
“No,” he smiled. “No, it doesn’t hurt.” He pulled your hand back and sighed in contentment as your warmth spread across his cheek, “Not when I have you to heal me.”
You felt a smile stretch across your lips but your heart was still in pain.
(Day 7)
“Are you hungry?” he asked you under a blanket of night, stars plucked out of the sky and no moon to be found, where you laid on the soft grass in half-consciousness.
“A bit…” you yawned behind a hand and closed your eyes. “But I’ll be fine.”
You could hear the thoughts running through his head, deciding on whether or not to-
“I’ll get something for you to eat.”
“No, Yoochun-ah. It’s late. No.”
“But you’re hungry, and night’s the best time anyway-“
“No,” you sighed. “No.”
“Jaejoong-ah…”
“No.”
“It’s really late, and the clerk will probably be half-asleep, they wouldn’t even notice-“
“I don’t care, Yoochun. What if you get caught?”
“I won’t.”
“Yoochun, you can’t guarantee that.”
There was a break of silence and you cracked your eyes open the slightest bit to see him debating against himself.
“Okay,” he heaved, shoulders slumped and back slouched in defeat. “Okay.”
(Day 8)
When you woke up, the sky was a deafening gray, the air was chilly and you shuddered under your dampened t-shirt.
“Yoochun?”
Looking around, he was nowhere to be found. The car was still parked carelessly on the side of the road and he wasn’t inside, drumming his fingers against the wheel along to an old song on the radio like he usually would. Nor was he pacing back and forth, staring into the distance, a million things running around his mind like a constant storm, while smoking a cigarette placed delicately between two fingers.
“Jaejoong-ah!”
He came running towards you with his black bag strapped to his back, tuque and sunglasses placed neatly on his head, shielding his face from being recognized.
“I brought breakfast!” he said in delight, plopping himself down beside you and opening the sack eagerly. “Here, there are sandwiches and drinks, and I got some dessert and cake too, so eat up! You must be starving.”
“Yoochun…”
“I know, I know. You told me not to, but we’ve been two days without anything to eat and you’d be downright lying if you said that you weren’t hungry.”
“But, what if you-“
“No one even saw me, Jaejoong. I’m fine.”
“But, what if-“
“Just... just trust me, okay?” He pulled you into his embrace, shoulders bony and fingers cold. “There’s nothing to be scared about. I’ll protect you.”
Tears were stinging your eyes, “You’re injured enough, I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Jaejoong, I’m fine. See?” he stands up on both legs, jumping up and down, swinging his arms around like a child. “Not injured! And who are you to tell me what to do? I’ll protect you whether you like it or not.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Idiot.”
“Yeah, yeah, call me whatever you want. Now, eat.” He shoved a piece of bread into your mouth and all you could do was chew.
(Day 16)
He almost got caught. He almost got caught. He almost got caught.
(Day 29)
You couldn’t remember whether it was the third week or the fourth. Time dragged on and sped up when he felt like it and you lost count of the days, hours, minutes ticking by, as if counting down to something. Yoochun had wanted to go for a ride in the car- no, he had wanted to get away. ‘Drive off to somewhere else and start anew’, he had suggested, shrugging his shoulders and smiling at the thought, but you had reminded him the countless of times you both had tried to “start anew”. Another lost cause, you told him, just another lost cause and a whole lot of time wasted. It wouldn’t work, you tried to reason but you gave in anyway, like those countless of times you had. Why? Because you were looking for an escape too.
It was probably three or four in the morning, when traffic was scattered and the sun was still asleep. The car broke down and both of you pushed it into some foreign alley where no one was watching and no one cared.
‘Crazy, insane, out of your minds,’ you had thought, but didn’t care, you just let your feet drag you off to that paradise you were imagining in your mind, where riches and food was in your grasps and worries of debt and money didn’t exist. You were tugging at Yoochun’s fingers, explaining to him that world of yours, ‘it would be perfect, absolutely perfect.’
You don't remember when, but Yoochun had pulled out two cigarettes and lit them, placing one between your lips and the other in his. It felt good, the burn down your throat, breathing in that nicotine your body needed, craved, and you kept it inside for as long as you could. When you blew it out again, you watched the gray smoke swirl above your heads, like dancers dressed in tattered silk, around and around and gone.
You were giggling and rolling on the ground when Yoochun had tugged at your arm, “Look, Jaejoong, its paradise.”
The ocean was sparkling and the sun was glowing with radiance, the breeze smelling of sea salt and tidal waves.
“Paradise,” you called out and you took off your shoes, digging your toes into the sand, warm against your skin.
There was a heaven laid before you, and you had Yoochun.
That was all you needed, nothing else.
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Comments are appreciated! ♥
Pairing: Yoochun x Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst; AU
Summary: Where Yoochun and Jaejoong are outcasts and starve for freedom.
1,556 words.
A/N: Written for mikiraa, hope you like it! ♥ Also, this is based on the MV, "我們的愛" (Our Love) by F.I.R.
(The last day)
“Sing to me,” he whispers.
Your arms tighten around his drenched body as he lies in your arms, cold and tired- tired from running and disappearing into dark alleyways, fleeting from the ruthless grasps of reality and punishment. You’ve finally ended up here, on the shores of this ocean, colorless and ashen, where all of time stops and the breezes are cold and biting, skies gray and crying.
‘The rest of the world is off somewhere else, they won’t find you here, won’t find you here…’
You stroke his dark locks gently, gazing at his profile, pale and weary, (once flushed and full of life-) gray shadows hanging off his face (permanent scars reminding you of the past- it’s all in the past now).
“Right now I wish for my own freedom; Far away from the constraint of this lonesome world-” You sing a lullaby you’ve come to learn, one that speaks of lost love and tears. Shaking the silence, your voice reverberates off into the distance like a cry for help.
But no one hears you.
(Day 1)
You walked down aisle number three: breakfast, cereals, instant food. Yoochun had asked you to buy another few packs of coffee that morning after using up the last can. It was a clear blue day outside, sunlit and warm, wind gently sweeping the earth. The trees outside were beginning to shade into vibrant reds and yellows, autumn was arriving.
Your fingers were reaching for his favorite mix when your cell phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Jae- Jaejoong,” he was panting, loud shouts and footsteps were chasing after in the background, static and unclear.
“Yoochun? What’s going on?”
“Don’t come home. Meet you at the bridge in two minutes.”
The still dial tone buzzed through your mind, a low drone hanging off your ears.
Your heart was pounding like a thousand drums and you were scared. ‘How could they find us that fast?’ But you ignored the question and ran to your car parked outside. The engine roared to life and you stepped on the gas pedal, eager and anxious, fingers shaking against the car wheel. You tightened your grip until your knuckles turned white, but it didn’t help you to calm down. You forgot to breathe.
You were arriving closer and closer to the bridge, and your eyes were searching for him frantically. You were desperate and your mind was flashing images of him dead, a bloodied body disposed on the side of the street, eyes unseeing, heartbeat stilled.
“No…” you choked out, tears beginning to blur your vision.
You parked on the side of the road, running as fast as you could. You saw the outline of the bridge, but no one was there and you felt your heart sink, horrific scenarios resurfacing.
“Jaejoong!”
He was running to you, face heavily bruised, bleeding, with deep cuts across his arms. He stumbled and limped, but he didn’t stop running.
“Yoochun-“
“Hurry,” he panted and pulled you along.
You lifted his arm and slung it over your shoulder, trying the best you could to support him. He was coughing and blood from his wounds was seeping through your shirt like a leak in the faucet. You reached the car and he took the driver’s seat before you could argue.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured, hand holding onto yours gripping it like a lifeline. He looked into your eyes and you could see the regret, frustration, and worries engraved on his face.
You shook your head, “Don’t be.” You stroked his face with your fingers gently and he winced under your touch. You jerked your hand away. “Does it hurt?” You asked, heart aching seeing him like this.
“No,” he smiled. “No, it doesn’t hurt.” He pulled your hand back and sighed in contentment as your warmth spread across his cheek, “Not when I have you to heal me.”
You felt a smile stretch across your lips but your heart was still in pain.
(Day 7)
“Are you hungry?” he asked you under a blanket of night, stars plucked out of the sky and no moon to be found, where you laid on the soft grass in half-consciousness.
“A bit…” you yawned behind a hand and closed your eyes. “But I’ll be fine.”
You could hear the thoughts running through his head, deciding on whether or not to-
“I’ll get something for you to eat.”
“No, Yoochun-ah. It’s late. No.”
“But you’re hungry, and night’s the best time anyway-“
“No,” you sighed. “No.”
“Jaejoong-ah…”
“No.”
“It’s really late, and the clerk will probably be half-asleep, they wouldn’t even notice-“
“I don’t care, Yoochun. What if you get caught?”
“I won’t.”
“Yoochun, you can’t guarantee that.”
There was a break of silence and you cracked your eyes open the slightest bit to see him debating against himself.
“Okay,” he heaved, shoulders slumped and back slouched in defeat. “Okay.”
(Day 8)
When you woke up, the sky was a deafening gray, the air was chilly and you shuddered under your dampened t-shirt.
“Yoochun?”
Looking around, he was nowhere to be found. The car was still parked carelessly on the side of the road and he wasn’t inside, drumming his fingers against the wheel along to an old song on the radio like he usually would. Nor was he pacing back and forth, staring into the distance, a million things running around his mind like a constant storm, while smoking a cigarette placed delicately between two fingers.
“Jaejoong-ah!”
He came running towards you with his black bag strapped to his back, tuque and sunglasses placed neatly on his head, shielding his face from being recognized.
“I brought breakfast!” he said in delight, plopping himself down beside you and opening the sack eagerly. “Here, there are sandwiches and drinks, and I got some dessert and cake too, so eat up! You must be starving.”
“Yoochun…”
“I know, I know. You told me not to, but we’ve been two days without anything to eat and you’d be downright lying if you said that you weren’t hungry.”
“But, what if you-“
“No one even saw me, Jaejoong. I’m fine.”
“But, what if-“
“Just... just trust me, okay?” He pulled you into his embrace, shoulders bony and fingers cold. “There’s nothing to be scared about. I’ll protect you.”
Tears were stinging your eyes, “You’re injured enough, I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Jaejoong, I’m fine. See?” he stands up on both legs, jumping up and down, swinging his arms around like a child. “Not injured! And who are you to tell me what to do? I’ll protect you whether you like it or not.”
You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Idiot.”
“Yeah, yeah, call me whatever you want. Now, eat.” He shoved a piece of bread into your mouth and all you could do was chew.
(Day 16)
He almost got caught. He almost got caught. He almost got caught.
(Day 29)
You couldn’t remember whether it was the third week or the fourth. Time dragged on and sped up when he felt like it and you lost count of the days, hours, minutes ticking by, as if counting down to something. Yoochun had wanted to go for a ride in the car- no, he had wanted to get away. ‘Drive off to somewhere else and start anew’, he had suggested, shrugging his shoulders and smiling at the thought, but you had reminded him the countless of times you both had tried to “start anew”. Another lost cause, you told him, just another lost cause and a whole lot of time wasted. It wouldn’t work, you tried to reason but you gave in anyway, like those countless of times you had. Why? Because you were looking for an escape too.
It was probably three or four in the morning, when traffic was scattered and the sun was still asleep. The car broke down and both of you pushed it into some foreign alley where no one was watching and no one cared.
‘Crazy, insane, out of your minds,’ you had thought, but didn’t care, you just let your feet drag you off to that paradise you were imagining in your mind, where riches and food was in your grasps and worries of debt and money didn’t exist. You were tugging at Yoochun’s fingers, explaining to him that world of yours, ‘it would be perfect, absolutely perfect.’
You don't remember when, but Yoochun had pulled out two cigarettes and lit them, placing one between your lips and the other in his. It felt good, the burn down your throat, breathing in that nicotine your body needed, craved, and you kept it inside for as long as you could. When you blew it out again, you watched the gray smoke swirl above your heads, like dancers dressed in tattered silk, around and around and gone.
You were giggling and rolling on the ground when Yoochun had tugged at your arm, “Look, Jaejoong, its paradise.”
The ocean was sparkling and the sun was glowing with radiance, the breeze smelling of sea salt and tidal waves.
“Paradise,” you called out and you took off your shoes, digging your toes into the sand, warm against your skin.
There was a heaven laid before you, and you had Yoochun.
That was all you needed, nothing else.
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Comments are appreciated! ♥