{Fly Away;}
Pairing: broken!OnTae, Jongyu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TW: brief mentions of physical abuse
a/n: I wrote this like... forever ago, LOL just dusting off some old things~
Jinki learned that not everything that happened was his fault- "Fear nothing, but fear itself." Nice call there, Roosevelt.
As much as the brunette would much rather think about anything else other than the blonde, his thoughts seemed to only center on the younger.
Lies. Lies, lies, and more of them- continuously piled onto one another. Taemin was someone (whether he realized it or not, though Jinki was pretty sure he knew), who had to steal people's hearts in order to survive. In a…sort of cruel poetic way, not literally, of course.
For every heart he stole, he kept them sealed tightly in a quartz crystal jar, that when you tilted it in the sunlight just the right way, it glistened like a thousand tears. Jinki's heart use to be in there. use to be.
Jinki looked up from the ground, noticing his feet had led him to the park. "A little bit early, but better that than late," he murmured and squinted through his bangs as people jogged by, along the trail. He took a seat on the bench across the pavement when the coast was clear. He tilted his head back, gaze resting on the swaying branches of the tree next to him…
"I'm not your fucking toy! I'm not your ghost anymore, Taemin." The brunette hisses through clenched teeth at the other boy. "Jinki, please just listen. I said I was sorry, and I checked into rehab. Why can't you just accept that I've changed? We'll do better this time around." Taemin takes a tentative step towards Jinki, eyes pleading.
Jinki flinches away, on instinct because no. Taemin never changes. No matter how many times he tells him things will get better or that he'll stop. Jinki is a man of fact, logic, as well as heart. He knows how to pick up on a pattern, especially when the familiar ache in his healed ribs flares up (because that's where Taemin's steel toed boot decided to do a few jumping jacks around three weeks ago) and his heart tells him a firm, "No."
For once, Jinki is tired of being Taemin's punching bag.
"I do so much for you- against my better judgement. You use me, throw me away, and when you need something from m-me you ask all around, if anyone has seen me. Who the f-fuck do you think you are? You break all of your promises- you don't get to get me back."
Absent mindedly, Jinki rubbed his forearm, fingers brushing over the scar from the cigarette burn. That conversation had ended badly, as per usual, except… Jinki had stood up for himself. For once. Sure, he had truly loved Taemin at some point. But then when the blonde showed what he really was- complete with brass knuckles and a bottle of vodka- Jinki stayed out of survival.
He wasn't the first of the last person to fall for Taemin and feel the younger boy's wrath.
Not the first or last heart Taemin has stolen.
But…
"Hey, you." The beautiful, light, and airy voice was unmistakable, and Jinki looked up from his lap, smile slipping bright, easy, and genuine across his features. Jonghyun stood not more than a few feet in front of Jinki, hand held out warm and inviting- the beats Jinki got him for his birthday, resting around his neck.
"Hi." Jinki breathed shyly, sliding his hand into Jonghyun's, allowing the other to pull him to his feet, their fingers lacing smoothly together.
It may have taken so long for Jinki to feel alive, but Jonghyun helped breathe life back into him.
Gave him his heart back; though if you were to ask Jonghyun, he's taken Jinki's heart for safe keeping.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TW: brief mentions of physical abuse
a/n: I wrote this like... forever ago, LOL just dusting off some old things~
Jinki learned that not everything that happened was his fault- "Fear nothing, but fear itself." Nice call there, Roosevelt.
As much as the brunette would much rather think about anything else other than the blonde, his thoughts seemed to only center on the younger.
Lies. Lies, lies, and more of them- continuously piled onto one another. Taemin was someone (whether he realized it or not, though Jinki was pretty sure he knew), who had to steal people's hearts in order to survive. In a…sort of cruel poetic way, not literally, of course.
For every heart he stole, he kept them sealed tightly in a quartz crystal jar, that when you tilted it in the sunlight just the right way, it glistened like a thousand tears. Jinki's heart use to be in there. use to be.
Jinki looked up from the ground, noticing his feet had led him to the park. "A little bit early, but better that than late," he murmured and squinted through his bangs as people jogged by, along the trail. He took a seat on the bench across the pavement when the coast was clear. He tilted his head back, gaze resting on the swaying branches of the tree next to him…
"I'm not your fucking toy! I'm not your ghost anymore, Taemin." The brunette hisses through clenched teeth at the other boy. "Jinki, please just listen. I said I was sorry, and I checked into rehab. Why can't you just accept that I've changed? We'll do better this time around." Taemin takes a tentative step towards Jinki, eyes pleading.
Jinki flinches away, on instinct because no. Taemin never changes. No matter how many times he tells him things will get better or that he'll stop. Jinki is a man of fact, logic, as well as heart. He knows how to pick up on a pattern, especially when the familiar ache in his healed ribs flares up (because that's where Taemin's steel toed boot decided to do a few jumping jacks around three weeks ago) and his heart tells him a firm, "No."
For once, Jinki is tired of being Taemin's punching bag.
"I do so much for you- against my better judgement. You use me, throw me away, and when you need something from m-me you ask all around, if anyone has seen me. Who the f-fuck do you think you are? You break all of your promises- you don't get to get me back."
Absent mindedly, Jinki rubbed his forearm, fingers brushing over the scar from the cigarette burn. That conversation had ended badly, as per usual, except… Jinki had stood up for himself. For once. Sure, he had truly loved Taemin at some point. But then when the blonde showed what he really was- complete with brass knuckles and a bottle of vodka- Jinki stayed out of survival.
He wasn't the first of the last person to fall for Taemin and feel the younger boy's wrath.
Not the first or last heart Taemin has stolen.
But…
"Hey, you." The beautiful, light, and airy voice was unmistakable, and Jinki looked up from his lap, smile slipping bright, easy, and genuine across his features. Jonghyun stood not more than a few feet in front of Jinki, hand held out warm and inviting- the beats Jinki got him for his birthday, resting around his neck.
"Hi." Jinki breathed shyly, sliding his hand into Jonghyun's, allowing the other to pull him to his feet, their fingers lacing smoothly together.
It may have taken so long for Jinki to feel alive, but Jonghyun helped breathe life back into him.
Gave him his heart back; though if you were to ask Jonghyun, he's taken Jinki's heart for safe keeping.