『6』faith gutman → :D
untitled
DBSK, Junsu, Yoochun
He slips into a world, deep within himself.
The darkness is too familiar for comfort. Has he been here before? Junsu doesn’t remember. All his dreams seem about the same. Cold, dark, and he is always alone.
He walks with an almost clear direction in mind. He is searching for someone. He doesn’t know or remember why he is searching for this person he cannot recall. Junsu just knows he has to search for him.
He hums a little tune; knows he is close by. The tune is a soft melody long forgotten, a melody he holds dear. Somewhere deep in his mind, Junsu finds the darkness appealing and comfortable as the chilling tune echoes in the darkness.
He finds the white room. He smiles, although he doesn’t know why. A familiar name hangs on his lips. Yoochun. Who is he? Junsu doesn’t remember.
The man in the white room-he must be Yoochun. Yoochun? Yoochun. Ah. Yoochun, of course. Junsu remembers.
Junsu surveys the white room and frowns at the mess-the red stains that have messed up his perfectly white room. Yoochun is confined to a cold metallic chair, his skin cold and pale and stained with spots of red, the same ones that decorate the white walls. He struggles a lot less today so Junsu lifts his hand to stroke Yoochun’s hair. Junsu expects strong trembles, pointless struggles and muffled cries. He gets none today. Instead, he catches a hint of pity in Yoochun’s eyes.
A knife hovers above the spot where Yoochun’s heart is. Junsu’s eyes flitter to his captive, who remains indifferent. The tip of the knife pokes at the exposed, vulnerable flesh. Junsu is pleased to see Yoochun has to bite his lip to keep from trembling.
Blood chases the tip of the knife as it carves slowly downwards, bit by bit. Junsu concentrates hard on his work, leaving a large red X permanently etched onto Yoochun’s beautiful white chest. He grins as he steps back to survey his handiwork. It’s beautiful, a masterpiece. Yoochun feels sick at the sight of his smile, which only widens as Junsu slowly lifts his hand up high and then dives, straight for Yoochun’s heart.
Junsu may have mumbled something about looking into his heart and Yoochun doesn’t hear the rest. He is completely drained. As his eyelids slowly take away his vision, the last image he sees is of Junsu licking his heart, eagerly lapping up the blood he calls a mess.
Junsu is rambling and Yoochun is asleep. He continues to ramble, placing the freshly cleaned heart next to a brain labeled ‘Changmin’. He tenderly places a label on the heart. ‘Yoochun’. Now his collection is complete. He has the feet of the world’s best dancer, Yunho, the head of the most beautiful man, Jaejoong, the brain of the most intelligent boy, Changmin, and the heart of the kind and loving Yoochun.
Junsu wakes up. He runs to the room next door to check on Yoochun-just in case. He’s lying on the bed with a peaceful smile-like the ones Junsu always tries to take a photo of before Yoochun can stop him. Junsu hugs him tightly, relieved. Yoochun feels cold in his arms, and Junsu thinks he should scold the boy when he wakes up for not staying warm. With that thought, Junsu skips off to the closet to get more blankets, humming that same chilly tune.
DBSK, Junsu, Yoochun
He slips into a world, deep within himself.
The darkness is too familiar for comfort. Has he been here before? Junsu doesn’t remember. All his dreams seem about the same. Cold, dark, and he is always alone.
He walks with an almost clear direction in mind. He is searching for someone. He doesn’t know or remember why he is searching for this person he cannot recall. Junsu just knows he has to search for him.
He hums a little tune; knows he is close by. The tune is a soft melody long forgotten, a melody he holds dear. Somewhere deep in his mind, Junsu finds the darkness appealing and comfortable as the chilling tune echoes in the darkness.
He finds the white room. He smiles, although he doesn’t know why. A familiar name hangs on his lips. Yoochun. Who is he? Junsu doesn’t remember.
The man in the white room-he must be Yoochun. Yoochun? Yoochun. Ah. Yoochun, of course. Junsu remembers.
Junsu surveys the white room and frowns at the mess-the red stains that have messed up his perfectly white room. Yoochun is confined to a cold metallic chair, his skin cold and pale and stained with spots of red, the same ones that decorate the white walls. He struggles a lot less today so Junsu lifts his hand to stroke Yoochun’s hair. Junsu expects strong trembles, pointless struggles and muffled cries. He gets none today. Instead, he catches a hint of pity in Yoochun’s eyes.
A knife hovers above the spot where Yoochun’s heart is. Junsu’s eyes flitter to his captive, who remains indifferent. The tip of the knife pokes at the exposed, vulnerable flesh. Junsu is pleased to see Yoochun has to bite his lip to keep from trembling.
Blood chases the tip of the knife as it carves slowly downwards, bit by bit. Junsu concentrates hard on his work, leaving a large red X permanently etched onto Yoochun’s beautiful white chest. He grins as he steps back to survey his handiwork. It’s beautiful, a masterpiece. Yoochun feels sick at the sight of his smile, which only widens as Junsu slowly lifts his hand up high and then dives, straight for Yoochun’s heart.
Junsu may have mumbled something about looking into his heart and Yoochun doesn’t hear the rest. He is completely drained. As his eyelids slowly take away his vision, the last image he sees is of Junsu licking his heart, eagerly lapping up the blood he calls a mess.
Junsu is rambling and Yoochun is asleep. He continues to ramble, placing the freshly cleaned heart next to a brain labeled ‘Changmin’. He tenderly places a label on the heart. ‘Yoochun’. Now his collection is complete. He has the feet of the world’s best dancer, Yunho, the head of the most beautiful man, Jaejoong, the brain of the most intelligent boy, Changmin, and the heart of the kind and loving Yoochun.
Junsu wakes up. He runs to the room next door to check on Yoochun-just in case. He’s lying on the bed with a peaceful smile-like the ones Junsu always tries to take a photo of before Yoochun can stop him. Junsu hugs him tightly, relieved. Yoochun feels cold in his arms, and Junsu thinks he should scold the boy when he wakes up for not staying warm. With that thought, Junsu skips off to the closet to get more blankets, humming that same chilly tune.