Past and Present
Title: Past and Present
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Self-harm
Word Count: 173
Summary: People are hard to convince.
For this drabble challenge.
::Silver, 173 words::
Silver.
The color of Jonghyun’s stupid earrings.
The color that borders the clouds.
The color that glints, ever so slightly.
And then there was the red.
“I’m fine, now.”
But even though he nods, even though he says he knows, he still holds me like I’m falling apart. He lips still linger that much longer on those scars before they explore the rest of my body, and it feels like he doesn’t believe me.
“Does it hurt?” he murmurs, when he brushes his fingers up and down my arms, along those lines of white that have stopped
hurting a long, long time ago.
“No, not anymore.”
Then he holds me closer, and even though it’s too warm, even though it makes me feel smaller than ever before, I bury my face in his chest.
“Are you really okay, Taemin?”
I bite my lip. “I’ve gotten past it. It’s okay.”
Then a little later he falls asleep.
But his muscles are still tense and I’m still awake, because we both know it’s a lie.
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A/N:AGH ANGSTY JONGTAE AGAIN WHY CAN'T I JUST WRITE FLUFF OR SOMETHING WHY I wrote this for seoulfulness a while ago, but the op never responded *sobs* Good thing I mixed prompts, so this counts for my drabble challenge, too, hooray. Thanks for reading, loves.
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Self-harm
Word Count: 173
Summary: People are hard to convince.
For this drabble challenge.
::Silver, 173 words::
Silver.
The color of Jonghyun’s stupid earrings.
The color that borders the clouds.
The color that glints, ever so slightly.
And then there was the red.
“I’m fine, now.”
But even though he nods, even though he says he knows, he still holds me like I’m falling apart. He lips still linger that much longer on those scars before they explore the rest of my body, and it feels like he doesn’t believe me.
“Does it hurt?” he murmurs, when he brushes his fingers up and down my arms, along those lines of white that have stopped
hurting a long, long time ago.
“No, not anymore.”
Then he holds me closer, and even though it’s too warm, even though it makes me feel smaller than ever before, I bury my face in his chest.
“Are you really okay, Taemin?”
I bite my lip. “I’ve gotten past it. It’s okay.”
Then a little later he falls asleep.
But his muscles are still tense and I’m still awake, because we both know it’s a lie.
--
A/N:AGH ANGSTY JONGTAE AGAIN WHY CAN'T I JUST WRITE FLUFF OR SOMETHING WHY I wrote this for seoulfulness a while ago, but the op never responded *sobs* Good thing I mixed prompts, so this counts for my drabble challenge, too, hooray. Thanks for reading, loves.