[drabbles] i don't know why
I don't know why
A/N: i tried drawing but i gave up because it all looked like crap D':
Tracing his hand around the elastic paper, Yunho wondered about the curves and outlines on the person's face. So perfect, yet it was so far away and delicate under his fingertips.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he touched those soft pale skin, red lips like cherry and sweet with candy. Those beautiful eyes, so innocent, truthful, honest and just so believable.
It made Yunho feel the other was everything but wrong and he could go on and on about his most fascinations and nothing would compare to this person-- this man.
Truthfully, he didn't know what else he could've done when he found himself right in front of the other man's doorsteps, ringing the bell anonymously in the silent dark night. The illuminating streetlights masked his face under his cap and he prepared himself for what was to come.
Strikingly, the beautiful man was much more stunning in real life rather than what he had left off in those magazines. Slender, glamourous and prey-able.
It was frustrating enough that Yunho couldn't have him in any other way. Though, he could have easily seduced the other man with another method or ways that would predominately be suitable to his taste. It was, after all, simple.
However, what may have never became anything for him was now something for him when he ravished the smaller man on top of his bed sheets, sweat and tears pouring everywhere. The stains of blood smudged on skin, the sound of creaks from the worn out bed and most of all, the never ending screams resonated across the room like divine music.
He's so perfect.
So so perfect.
It is perfect.
They're perfect.
And Yunho didn't know why.
Jaejoong was perfect.
So so perfect.
He was perfect.
Was.
Now.
And always will.
A/N: weird thing. like the title: i don't know why D': i meant for it to be different but somehow it turned to this :/
A/N: i tried drawing but i gave up because it all looked like crap D':
Tracing his hand around the elastic paper, Yunho wondered about the curves and outlines on the person's face. So perfect, yet it was so far away and delicate under his fingertips.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he touched those soft pale skin, red lips like cherry and sweet with candy. Those beautiful eyes, so innocent, truthful, honest and just so believable.
It made Yunho feel the other was everything but wrong and he could go on and on about his most fascinations and nothing would compare to this person-- this man.
Truthfully, he didn't know what else he could've done when he found himself right in front of the other man's doorsteps, ringing the bell anonymously in the silent dark night. The illuminating streetlights masked his face under his cap and he prepared himself for what was to come.
Strikingly, the beautiful man was much more stunning in real life rather than what he had left off in those magazines. Slender, glamourous and prey-able.
It was frustrating enough that Yunho couldn't have him in any other way. Though, he could have easily seduced the other man with another method or ways that would predominately be suitable to his taste. It was, after all, simple.
However, what may have never became anything for him was now something for him when he ravished the smaller man on top of his bed sheets, sweat and tears pouring everywhere. The stains of blood smudged on skin, the sound of creaks from the worn out bed and most of all, the never ending screams resonated across the room like divine music.
He's so perfect.
So so perfect.
It is perfect.
They're perfect.
And Yunho didn't know why.
Jaejoong was perfect.
So so perfect.
He was perfect.
Was.
Now.
And always will.
A/N: weird thing. like the title: i don't know why D': i meant for it to be different but somehow it turned to this :/