[TVXQ] Remember When it Rained; Yoochun&Yunho
Remember When it Rained
Yoochun&Yunho. PG-13. 441w.
the rain washed away what yunho still wanted, and left what he could do without.
He only left memories, memories that Yunho has to suffer. All because of him.
“Yunho.” Yoochun said, a whisper; his voice was barely there.
The glow of Yoochun’s cigarette leaves his lips and stays between his fingers. A stream of gray smoke entwines itself into Yunho’s senses. Yoochun knows that Yunho hates it, and as if he were deliberately trying to mock him Yoochun brings it up to his lips again, tainting the soft, pink flesh that Yunho can still feel against his own.
“Remember the first time we were here together?” Yoochun drops the smoldering nub to the ground and snuffs it out, grinding his foot against the gravel. Yunho eyes the shredded remnants and feels and odd attachment to it, as if it was apart of him, like they shared the same fate.
It was raining that day.
Nodding gently, Yunho tries to catch Yoochun’s gaze. “Do you remember?”
Yoochun keeps his eyes level at the ground, kicking a foot back and forth, making scraping sounds against the road. He takes a breath and begins to say something, but it gets lost in the dying breeze. Taking another breath, he finds the words this time, “Just as long as you haven’t forgotten.”
The last thing Yunho sees before he realizes that his eyes are stinging is the back of Yoochun’s head: his long hair tied into loose ponytail disappearing into the distance as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his lighter and another cigarette. Yunho knows that Yoochun only kept his hair long because he knew it made Yunho happy, like it could balance out the smoking habit that Yoochun knew made Yunho upset.
Yunho resists the urge to call out Yoochun’s name, instead his head echoes with it, Yoochun. Yoochun never turns around, and never looks back. The sky turned from soft silver to dark charcoal. Yunho couldn’t help but scoff in irony when he feels a single raindrop hit the bridge of his nose.
It ends the same way it began.
Yunho wonders if the rain would be able to wash away the past. The rain starts coming quickly; and so does the memories.
The traces of the toxic chemicals, still lingered on the cloth of his shirt. His fingers still memorizes the feeling of Yoochun’s hands, dry like the ash of cigarettes. The faint taste of smoke still remains on his tongue.
Yunho starts to doubt the power of the rain. For Yunho it does the opposite of what it’s suppose to do, instead of washing away the memories it serves as a reminder.
Yoochun will haunt Yunho for as long as rain continues to fall.