Make This Go On Forever - Oneshot (Hosu)
Title: Make This Go On Forever
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: angst/action; civil war au
Rating: PG-13
Warning: character death.
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Yunho wakes up in the arms of the enemy.
Comments: mm. written while listening to Snow Patrol's Make This Go On Forever
Yunho wakes up in the arms of the enemy. It’s all tousled hair, confused slumber memory failure. Two moments before it hits him - heavy in the gut, stamped with treason, and he can’t help but think:
This should be a death grip, not the hold of a lover.
His gun is on the floor. Two bullets, no chance for mistakes; they dropped him off in this hellhole a month ago and it’s a miracle he still has two left. Rolling off the blanket, he touches cold metal, keeps his eyes on the sleeping man.
He has no choice.
“Junsu.”
Junsu wakes up immediately. He looks like a fucking caged animal, only the blanket and the haze of sleep around him, scrambling for a gun not at his side. Yunho’s hand is shaking, his finger too far from the trigger to do much harm.
It’s inevitable.
Eight months ago Yunho was a young man with a future full of respectable fortunes and CEO connections; his degree promised him a law firm, his family a sweet girl he knew from his childhood. She was gentle, sweet, with all the makings of a beautiful wife; he couldn’t bring himself to think of her as anything other than a sister.
The military was a whim - he signed away his life in some subtle form of rebellion, they told him he was a saint to be doing this for his country. Thank goodness for the boys like you who will stamp out the barbarians of our own blood.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Junsu could’ve been anyone in this mess of a civil war, an innocent child on the back streets or a member of the detached, comfortable upper class. But Yunho only knew him as the other side - one of the rebels, the bastards, and he took aim before he realized he was the only one of the scouting party left.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He couldn’t bring himself to be alone in the wasteland of this empty city, abandoned or murdered or ruined. The soldier was younger than he looked from the distance, sweet wide face and blood seeping down his cheek where the bullet had barely grazed him. “Bad aim.” He’d said, and Yunho had collapsed.
This isn’t supposed to be happening.
“Can’t make a memory out of nothing,” Junsu had said -
"-We’re enemies, remember, Yunho“
"Could kiss you instead of kill you-"
"Surreal, like being alive."
“Could kill me instead of kiss me.” Junsu says, eyes trained on the barrel and breath coming in small pants. He smiles.
Yunho pulls the trigger.
Author: kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Band: DBSK/THSK/TVXQ
Genre: angst/action; civil war au
Rating: PG-13
Warning: character death.
Disclaimer: Don't own these guys, just my interpretations of them.
Synopsis: Yunho wakes up in the arms of the enemy.
Comments: mm. written while listening to Snow Patrol's Make This Go On Forever
Yunho wakes up in the arms of the enemy. It’s all tousled hair, confused slumber memory failure. Two moments before it hits him - heavy in the gut, stamped with treason, and he can’t help but think:
This should be a death grip, not the hold of a lover.
His gun is on the floor. Two bullets, no chance for mistakes; they dropped him off in this hellhole a month ago and it’s a miracle he still has two left. Rolling off the blanket, he touches cold metal, keeps his eyes on the sleeping man.
He has no choice.
“Junsu.”
Junsu wakes up immediately. He looks like a fucking caged animal, only the blanket and the haze of sleep around him, scrambling for a gun not at his side. Yunho’s hand is shaking, his finger too far from the trigger to do much harm.
It’s inevitable.
Eight months ago Yunho was a young man with a future full of respectable fortunes and CEO connections; his degree promised him a law firm, his family a sweet girl he knew from his childhood. She was gentle, sweet, with all the makings of a beautiful wife; he couldn’t bring himself to think of her as anything other than a sister.
The military was a whim - he signed away his life in some subtle form of rebellion, they told him he was a saint to be doing this for his country. Thank goodness for the boys like you who will stamp out the barbarians of our own blood.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Junsu could’ve been anyone in this mess of a civil war, an innocent child on the back streets or a member of the detached, comfortable upper class. But Yunho only knew him as the other side - one of the rebels, the bastards, and he took aim before he realized he was the only one of the scouting party left.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
He couldn’t bring himself to be alone in the wasteland of this empty city, abandoned or murdered or ruined. The soldier was younger than he looked from the distance, sweet wide face and blood seeping down his cheek where the bullet had barely grazed him. “Bad aim.” He’d said, and Yunho had collapsed.
This isn’t supposed to be happening.
“Can’t make a memory out of nothing,” Junsu had said -
"-We’re enemies, remember, Yunho“
"Could kiss you instead of kill you-"
"Surreal, like being alive."
“Could kill me instead of kiss me.” Junsu says, eyes trained on the barrel and breath coming in small pants. He smiles.
Yunho pulls the trigger.