Oneshot - Lights
Title: Lights
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Genre: Angst; AU
500 words.
Warning: Character death.
A/N: For Tommy, who inspired this.
Neon lights collide, blending in a dreamy haze. The colors make you dizzy, bright and flashing, blurred into a misty background. You've come to befriend them, this spectrum of clouded colors, because they chase the pain away. They dance around you, warm and welcoming, singing songs from a heaven you want to live in- a world where there is no hurt, no tears, no death. You reach out but they're not within your grasps, slip through your fingers like the wind, unattainable, free.
The whole world seems off kilter, swaying like a rocking ship and deep blue tidal waves. You can taste the ocean on your tongue. Maybe that's where he is right now. At the ocean, waiting for you.
The hours drag by too slowly and the colors disappear faster than you want them to. Constantly craving for more, needing the burn to ease, to wash away, but it doesn't and you search for the relief in your back pocket.
-need more, need more, need more-
The warm lights come back and wrap themselves around you. It doesn't hurt for now, but it'll come back. It always does.
You wear his clothes on your back as a memory of love that once existed, should still exist, but you can't find it- not gone, just hidden. The scent, the warmth, the touch of fabric that he's worn rubs against your skin. It's comforting, reminds you of a time not so long ago when you felt 'happiness', something you don't know the feeling of anymore.
'Jaejoongah,' you call out. 'Jaejoongah, you forgot to take me with you.'
Your voice remains unheard.
The traffic is busy. cars drive by and the world doesn't take a second glance at you. Strangers walk past, throwing you disgusted looks and muttering beneath their breaths. It doesn't matter, though, none of it does, because they don't know who you are and won't remember you the next day. Would wake up and you'd be gone, so it doesn't matter.
The colors begin to fade again, dancing further and further away from you and you're cold, icy winds biting at your skin. You search in your pockets but there's no more of it.
-no, no, need more, need more-
You chase the rainbow hues and reach your hands out, clawing at thin air, seizing a handful of nothing. 'Come back, come back-'
A blinding white light and you can't see anything but. Torn apart, shattering, and breaking down, you can feel yourself cracking open, pouring out everything you've ever kept inside, all blood and secrets. It's an indescribable pain as you crumble into pieces.
-please, make it stop, please, i beg you, i'll do anything, make it stop, make it stop, kill me, you can kill me-
The colors are dancing again and you're warm, fingers tingling. a different song plays, soft and heart-warming. You taste the ocean on your tongue again.
You open your eyes to an angel.
-my angel, my jaejoong-
'I'm sorry,' he says, planting gentle kisses on your lips.
'It's okay,' you smile.
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Concrit would be appreciated. :)
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Genre: Angst; AU
500 words.
Warning: Character death.
A/N: For Tommy, who inspired this.
Neon lights collide, blending in a dreamy haze. The colors make you dizzy, bright and flashing, blurred into a misty background. You've come to befriend them, this spectrum of clouded colors, because they chase the pain away. They dance around you, warm and welcoming, singing songs from a heaven you want to live in- a world where there is no hurt, no tears, no death. You reach out but they're not within your grasps, slip through your fingers like the wind, unattainable, free.
The whole world seems off kilter, swaying like a rocking ship and deep blue tidal waves. You can taste the ocean on your tongue. Maybe that's where he is right now. At the ocean, waiting for you.
The hours drag by too slowly and the colors disappear faster than you want them to. Constantly craving for more, needing the burn to ease, to wash away, but it doesn't and you search for the relief in your back pocket.
-need more, need more, need more-
The warm lights come back and wrap themselves around you. It doesn't hurt for now, but it'll come back. It always does.
You wear his clothes on your back as a memory of love that once existed, should still exist, but you can't find it- not gone, just hidden. The scent, the warmth, the touch of fabric that he's worn rubs against your skin. It's comforting, reminds you of a time not so long ago when you felt 'happiness', something you don't know the feeling of anymore.
'Jaejoongah,' you call out. 'Jaejoongah, you forgot to take me with you.'
Your voice remains unheard.
The traffic is busy. cars drive by and the world doesn't take a second glance at you. Strangers walk past, throwing you disgusted looks and muttering beneath their breaths. It doesn't matter, though, none of it does, because they don't know who you are and won't remember you the next day. Would wake up and you'd be gone, so it doesn't matter.
The colors begin to fade again, dancing further and further away from you and you're cold, icy winds biting at your skin. You search in your pockets but there's no more of it.
-no, no, need more, need more-
You chase the rainbow hues and reach your hands out, clawing at thin air, seizing a handful of nothing. 'Come back, come back-'
A blinding white light and you can't see anything but. Torn apart, shattering, and breaking down, you can feel yourself cracking open, pouring out everything you've ever kept inside, all blood and secrets. It's an indescribable pain as you crumble into pieces.
-please, make it stop, please, i beg you, i'll do anything, make it stop, make it stop, kill me, you can kill me-
The colors are dancing again and you're warm, fingers tingling. a different song plays, soft and heart-warming. You taste the ocean on your tongue again.
You open your eyes to an angel.
-my angel, my jaejoong-
'I'm sorry,' he says, planting gentle kisses on your lips.
'It's okay,' you smile.
---
Concrit would be appreciated. :)