[Ficlet] Hey, Jaejoong.
Title: Hey, Jaejoong.
Rating: PG
Pairing: yunho/jaejoong
Genre: dark, slight!romance /squints/, horror, suspense
Wordcount: 429
Summary: Jaejoong meets Yunho in a fastfood resto.
WARNING: character death
Hey, are you alone?
Isn't it obvious? I wanted to say, but the boy was emitting this bright smile on a sunny day, and I didn't want to ruin that. "..yeah," I said with a slight nod, my spoon hanging mid-air as I wait for his next move, but then I easily grew impatient and continued eating instead. I got startled, however, when he sat beside me and placed his tray on the table, grabbing his own pair of chopsticks excitedly.
"My name's Jung Yunho, I work in the complex across from this fastfood chain. And you are..?" The man said after drinking some water.
"Kim Jaejoong, college student."
Hey, Jaejoong. Why are you so quiet?
Because I don't trust you. "Oh, that. It's just that I enjoy silence," I lied. There's a big reason why I avoid speaking to anyone. I find it hard to trust people. The look of love and affection, I can't see that at all. I always feel like when people are looking at me, their eyes are burning my soul, filtering my flesh into nothing, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable because of those thoughts.
Yunho continued his blabber about the art of war and whatsoever. Honestly, I didn't listen that much.
Hey, Jaejoong. Do you have a girlfriend?
I froze.
"I don't like girls," I admitted with a sigh. Since when did we get this close for me to come out to him? That, I don't know.
Hey, Jaejoong. I like you.
Then he kissed me.
"Let's date?" He said.
And I saw the look of love for the very first time in my life.
Hey, Jaejoong. Let's go home?
I know what that means. But I can't help but feel nervous for some reason.
Maybe I should put a stop to my trust issues this time.
Hey, Jaejoong?
I was shaking. He took me to his room and all I saw were solo photos of men and women pasted on the wall, some of them quite familiar.
"W...w..what is this, Yunho?"
Hey, Jaejoong. I love you.
Liar.
I could've laughed at the irony, but my blood is literally oozing out of my heart -- everything in me aching so much all I could do is stare at those pictures, my sight slowly blurring as I feel my breathing pattern change.
And right beside that beautiful painting of white and red, was a picture of mine.
Hey, Jaejoong. Still breathing?
No one answered.
"If you weren't so stupidly quiet, I would've liked you for real, Jae. What a shame."
Rating: PG
Pairing: yunho/jaejoong
Genre: dark, slight!romance /squints/, horror, suspense
Wordcount: 429
Summary: Jaejoong meets Yunho in a fastfood resto.
WARNING: character death
Hey, are you alone?
Isn't it obvious? I wanted to say, but the boy was emitting this bright smile on a sunny day, and I didn't want to ruin that. "..yeah," I said with a slight nod, my spoon hanging mid-air as I wait for his next move, but then I easily grew impatient and continued eating instead. I got startled, however, when he sat beside me and placed his tray on the table, grabbing his own pair of chopsticks excitedly.
"My name's Jung Yunho, I work in the complex across from this fastfood chain. And you are..?" The man said after drinking some water.
"Kim Jaejoong, college student."
Hey, Jaejoong. Why are you so quiet?
Because I don't trust you. "Oh, that. It's just that I enjoy silence," I lied. There's a big reason why I avoid speaking to anyone. I find it hard to trust people. The look of love and affection, I can't see that at all. I always feel like when people are looking at me, their eyes are burning my soul, filtering my flesh into nothing, and I can't help but feel uncomfortable because of those thoughts.
Yunho continued his blabber about the art of war and whatsoever. Honestly, I didn't listen that much.
Hey, Jaejoong. Do you have a girlfriend?
I froze.
"I don't like girls," I admitted with a sigh. Since when did we get this close for me to come out to him? That, I don't know.
Hey, Jaejoong. I like you.
Then he kissed me.
"Let's date?" He said.
And I saw the look of love for the very first time in my life.
Hey, Jaejoong. Let's go home?
I know what that means. But I can't help but feel nervous for some reason.
Maybe I should put a stop to my trust issues this time.
Hey, Jaejoong?
I was shaking. He took me to his room and all I saw were solo photos of men and women pasted on the wall, some of them quite familiar.
"W...w..what is this, Yunho?"
Hey, Jaejoong. I love you.
Liar.
I could've laughed at the irony, but my blood is literally oozing out of my heart -- everything in me aching so much all I could do is stare at those pictures, my sight slowly blurring as I feel my breathing pattern change.
And right beside that beautiful painting of white and red, was a picture of mine.
Hey, Jaejoong. Still breathing?
No one answered.
"If you weren't so stupidly quiet, I would've liked you for real, Jae. What a shame."