[Still Remember]
Title: Still Remember
Genre: Angst, Romance, implied Smut
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Broken Kyumin.
Summary: I still remember how we met. I still remember our first time. I still remember our plant. I still remember us.
We met out of pure coincidence. Some people would call it a mere stroke of luck, and we both acknowledged it. Our luck continued. You became my roommate as our friendship sprouted and nurtured by countless talks at night. I knew what you felt, and you knew what I felt. You knew how much you mean to me, it was not a coincidence. What we meant to each other was nothing close to luck. I love you, and you loved me.
Every time I cast a longing glance at the window still, my eyes take notice of the barren, brown clay pot that once housed our plant. The earthly colored sanctuary provided a structure, a shield for our fragile plant. Together, we gave it our love, we watered it together, our hands clasped over one another as the water dribbled out of the spout. I stared longingly into your eyes and took your mouth into an enticing kiss, the water nearly drowning the plant before you pushed the canteen away. You kissed back and our feelings were confirmed. I still remember that night when we first made love, the way your soft hands caressed my neck as we kissed the night away. I still remember the way you blankly said your leg was throbbing, hoping it would excuse you from dance practice. There was no way you could dance, and I smirked before you punched me. I still remember how they believed you.
I still remember the day when it bloomed, your ecstatic face radiated nothing but unmatched excitement. The morning dew glistened on the blades of grass outside as you ran over and shook me awake, unaware of my wrong deeds from the night before. Your happiness plagued my guilt, and I instantly chose honesty over deceit because I loved you. I hoped that you would forgive me for my honesty, for my love, for our love. My words channeled meaningless pleas to your ears. I saw you cry, you saw me cry.
A rose that withered away by natural elements. We have endured the strong gusts of wind, bullets of hail and torrents of rain together. I scarred your hand and scared you away before you appreciated the full extent of beauty, but not once were you angry with me. That feeling of expulsion from your love life hurt, but it did not rival how you continued being nice to me, claiming that group morale was more important. Your selflessness shamefully electrocuted my senses because I was the selfish one. I was the one who succumbed to the guilty pleasures lust. I was the one that cheated on you with your best friend.
I still remember the day you snipped off a petal from the rose and I unconsciously threw myself towards you, hoping we could mend our past. You struggled against my selfish needs as I held you close to me, begging you to hold still as I siphon another, much-needed kiss. You threw your hand back and I braced myself for a smack. Physical pain meant nothing right now. Nothing.
I still remember seeing the crystal droplets of blood trickle from the cut when I opened my eyes. I still remember the smile you gave me as if nothing happened. You asked me to fetch you a bandage as you pried off another petal from our rose. You saw my cry, but you did not shed tears.
Even though the scar on your right index fingers marks nothing but the painful past, you still hold a part of me. Forever embedded in a clear sheet of plastic, pressed flat and dried a shade of your favourite colour, a part of me remains by your side and accompanies you day and night. For a while, I was content being by your side before my selfishness swallowed me whole. I still remember how much I needed you during the day and night.
I still remember plants needed water to grow as I water my daffodils. I still remember I am waiting here silently, hoping one day that you will change your mind and come back for me. When will that day come? A plant can only survive so long without water as I thirst for your love once more.
Genre: Angst, Romance, implied Smut
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Broken Kyumin.
Summary: I still remember how we met. I still remember our first time. I still remember our plant. I still remember us.
We met out of pure coincidence. Some people would call it a mere stroke of luck, and we both acknowledged it. Our luck continued. You became my roommate as our friendship sprouted and nurtured by countless talks at night. I knew what you felt, and you knew what I felt. You knew how much you mean to me, it was not a coincidence. What we meant to each other was nothing close to luck. I love you, and you loved me.
Every time I cast a longing glance at the window still, my eyes take notice of the barren, brown clay pot that once housed our plant. The earthly colored sanctuary provided a structure, a shield for our fragile plant. Together, we gave it our love, we watered it together, our hands clasped over one another as the water dribbled out of the spout. I stared longingly into your eyes and took your mouth into an enticing kiss, the water nearly drowning the plant before you pushed the canteen away. You kissed back and our feelings were confirmed. I still remember that night when we first made love, the way your soft hands caressed my neck as we kissed the night away. I still remember the way you blankly said your leg was throbbing, hoping it would excuse you from dance practice. There was no way you could dance, and I smirked before you punched me. I still remember how they believed you.
I still remember the day when it bloomed, your ecstatic face radiated nothing but unmatched excitement. The morning dew glistened on the blades of grass outside as you ran over and shook me awake, unaware of my wrong deeds from the night before. Your happiness plagued my guilt, and I instantly chose honesty over deceit because I loved you. I hoped that you would forgive me for my honesty, for my love, for our love. My words channeled meaningless pleas to your ears. I saw you cry, you saw me cry.
A rose that withered away by natural elements. We have endured the strong gusts of wind, bullets of hail and torrents of rain together. I scarred your hand and scared you away before you appreciated the full extent of beauty, but not once were you angry with me. That feeling of expulsion from your love life hurt, but it did not rival how you continued being nice to me, claiming that group morale was more important. Your selflessness shamefully electrocuted my senses because I was the selfish one. I was the one who succumbed to the guilty pleasures lust. I was the one that cheated on you with your best friend.
I still remember the day you snipped off a petal from the rose and I unconsciously threw myself towards you, hoping we could mend our past. You struggled against my selfish needs as I held you close to me, begging you to hold still as I siphon another, much-needed kiss. You threw your hand back and I braced myself for a smack. Physical pain meant nothing right now. Nothing.
I still remember seeing the crystal droplets of blood trickle from the cut when I opened my eyes. I still remember the smile you gave me as if nothing happened. You asked me to fetch you a bandage as you pried off another petal from our rose. You saw my cry, but you did not shed tears.
Even though the scar on your right index fingers marks nothing but the painful past, you still hold a part of me. Forever embedded in a clear sheet of plastic, pressed flat and dried a shade of your favourite colour, a part of me remains by your side and accompanies you day and night. For a while, I was content being by your side before my selfishness swallowed me whole. I still remember how much I needed you during the day and night.
I still remember plants needed water to grow as I water my daffodils. I still remember I am waiting here silently, hoping one day that you will change your mind and come back for me. When will that day come? A plant can only survive so long without water as I thirst for your love once more.