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yoochun/junsu, drabble, pg, angst
special thanks to brainsfrittata
prompt: All Junsu wants is to hear Yoochun laugh, even if he can't even remember the sound of his own voice.
When you were little you loved to sing. You sang pretty much everywhere: in the bathtub -Junsu, stop singing and wash your hair!-, at school -Mrs. Kim, your son sings way too much-, in the car with your parents begging you to stop screaming -Junsu, my god, is your throat dry yet?-.
Except one time you forgot the lyrics of all the songs you knew.
When you were little you also loved to talk. You talked to everyone about everything, never stopping asking questions and always wanting to express your opinion about every kind of topic. Your tongue never felt tired and no one ever told you to shut up.
Except one time you did.
When you were little you had a friend called Yoochun; well, he wasn't just a plain friend. He was your bestest friend and vice versa. You two shared everything, talked on the phone till midnight, laughed at your silly jokes, went to the same school, practically grew up together. You both were sixteen when your first kiss happened and Yoochun wouldn't stop apologizing for a whole week. At seventeen you two got together officially and when you told your parents about your relationship your mother started to cry. You hadn't the courage to ask her if those were tears of joy or sadness, so you simply went to your room and called Yoochun. You later came to know that his mother cried too, and that made you feel better somehow.
Except now you hear yours cry almost everyday and that doesn't make you feel any better. It makes you want to climb a mountain and scream for hours.
Except you can't.
Yoochun was 22 when one day his heart simply stopped beating. The night before you two made love and whispered to each other sweet 'I love you's, then the morning after you woke up and he wasn't breathing anymore. You screamed for so long that your lungs almost blew up. You didn't really care, nothing would feel the same without him, your voice included.
When you were 22 you stopped talking. Step by step you learnt how to communicate with hand gestures, but most of the times you remained silent and simply refused to have any kind of conversation. You were practically dead inside.
You are now 27 years old and you still don't talk. You crawl slowly on the bed and grab the camera Yoochun got you for your 20th birthday. You raise the volume and let your entire room get flooded with Yoochun's words, his unique 'bedroom voice', his laughter, his cheesy pick up lines. You close your wet eyes and when the short video is over, you press play one more time. There's just his laughter ringing in your ears and you feel alive.
Press replay again.
Replay.
Replay.
Replay.
yoochun/junsu, drabble, pg, angst
special thanks to brainsfrittata
prompt: All Junsu wants is to hear Yoochun laugh, even if he can't even remember the sound of his own voice.
When you were little you loved to sing. You sang pretty much everywhere: in the bathtub -Junsu, stop singing and wash your hair!-, at school -Mrs. Kim, your son sings way too much-, in the car with your parents begging you to stop screaming -Junsu, my god, is your throat dry yet?-.
Except one time you forgot the lyrics of all the songs you knew.
When you were little you also loved to talk. You talked to everyone about everything, never stopping asking questions and always wanting to express your opinion about every kind of topic. Your tongue never felt tired and no one ever told you to shut up.
Except one time you did.
When you were little you had a friend called Yoochun; well, he wasn't just a plain friend. He was your bestest friend and vice versa. You two shared everything, talked on the phone till midnight, laughed at your silly jokes, went to the same school, practically grew up together. You both were sixteen when your first kiss happened and Yoochun wouldn't stop apologizing for a whole week. At seventeen you two got together officially and when you told your parents about your relationship your mother started to cry. You hadn't the courage to ask her if those were tears of joy or sadness, so you simply went to your room and called Yoochun. You later came to know that his mother cried too, and that made you feel better somehow.
Except now you hear yours cry almost everyday and that doesn't make you feel any better. It makes you want to climb a mountain and scream for hours.
Except you can't.
Yoochun was 22 when one day his heart simply stopped beating. The night before you two made love and whispered to each other sweet 'I love you's, then the morning after you woke up and he wasn't breathing anymore. You screamed for so long that your lungs almost blew up. You didn't really care, nothing would feel the same without him, your voice included.
When you were 22 you stopped talking. Step by step you learnt how to communicate with hand gestures, but most of the times you remained silent and simply refused to have any kind of conversation. You were practically dead inside.
You are now 27 years old and you still don't talk. You crawl slowly on the bed and grab the camera Yoochun got you for your 20th birthday. You raise the volume and let your entire room get flooded with Yoochun's words, his unique 'bedroom voice', his laughter, his cheesy pick up lines. You close your wet eyes and when the short video is over, you press play one more time. There's just his laughter ringing in your ears and you feel alive.
Press replay again.
Replay.
Replay.
Replay.