Our Own World
Title: Our Own World
Pairing/Group: JoonMi
Authors note: I tried to do something a little different, away from my usual 3rd person.
Summary: Mireu and Joon have a secret world of their own
You stare at the nothingness in front of you, it's just a blank space of darkness, emptiness. You're alone, in this cramped closet that obviously wasn't built to fit a grown man, but you don't care. This is your little secret hiding place, our secret hiding place, away from the lies, the betrayals, the secrets, the life you thought you wanted. This is where you could be Chulyong again, my Chulyong.
I watch closely as a loud sigh leave your beautiful pink lips. You closes your emotionless eyes as you whisper the secret words, the words that brings you to me, "Joon, come back to me, please…"
The next time you open your eyes, hope swirling in every inch of your pupil. You are no longer by yourself in the closet, you are with me, and we are soaring through the open sky, bypassing the clouds and the sun. Wind brushing across our skin, tousling our hair as our fingers are linked together, fitting perfectly.
You blink and the next thing I know, we're at the park, with me standing behind you, pushing you along as you sit on the swing, laughing. That's the main reason I fell in love with you in the first place. You turn around, giving me a big smile, a beautiful smile and I fall in love with you all over again, just like that. I don't know how you manage to always make me feel this way, but you do. I hope these butterflies never escape, I've grown to love this tingling feeling and I never want it to go away.
And I stop pushing, instead I grab the rusty chain, stopping it with my hands, it felt rough. Tilting my head down, I kiss you and I feel alive again. Here, everything was real. Your lips twitch against mine as I manage to coax a soft moan out of your mouth, our body was angled awkwardly but that's okay because we make it work. And that's all that matters right now.
My mind is swirling and the next thing I know, we're in bed, body glistening as I thrust into you over and over again. The room is dark, but the light from the moon shines perfectly on you. God you're beautiful. My fingers clenched tightly against your waist, bruising the beautiful skin. My breath haggard. And suddenly it's gone.
You fade back into the dark closet in a dream like manner as the door swings open. Tears streaming down your eyes once again. You quickly realize that you are back to your world.
"JOON!" your pleas for me are futile, my heart aches as I reach you, phasing right through your solid body.
I watch as Seungho hug tightly,
"Mireu…. Joon's gone. You have to stop waiting in the closet for him, he's not coming..."
Your sobbing increases as your head bury deep within leader's chest, your words slurring together, repeating the same thing you do every night.
"He asked me to come here!"
Seungho rocks your body, lulling you slowly like a child, MBLAQ's precious little child you are.
And once again I watch you walk away, regretting that the words never left my lips, nor will they ever have the chance.
I sit here in the closet, staring at the nothingness in front of me, it's just a blank space of emptiness. I'm alone, in this cramped closet that obviously wasn't built to fit a grown man, but I don't care. This is my little secret hiding place, our secret hiding place. This is where I could be Changsun again, your Changsun, and not the one who is lying six feet under. Sleeping in a space, not much different from this one.
I close my eyes as I whisper the secret words, the words that brings you to me, "Chulyong, come back to me, please…"
And I keep my eyes close, waiting until you come back tomorrow.
Pairing/Group: JoonMi
Authors note: I tried to do something a little different, away from my usual 3rd person.
Summary: Mireu and Joon have a secret world of their own
You stare at the nothingness in front of you, it's just a blank space of darkness, emptiness. You're alone, in this cramped closet that obviously wasn't built to fit a grown man, but you don't care. This is your little secret hiding place, our secret hiding place, away from the lies, the betrayals, the secrets, the life you thought you wanted. This is where you could be Chulyong again, my Chulyong.
I watch closely as a loud sigh leave your beautiful pink lips. You closes your emotionless eyes as you whisper the secret words, the words that brings you to me, "Joon, come back to me, please…"
The next time you open your eyes, hope swirling in every inch of your pupil. You are no longer by yourself in the closet, you are with me, and we are soaring through the open sky, bypassing the clouds and the sun. Wind brushing across our skin, tousling our hair as our fingers are linked together, fitting perfectly.
You blink and the next thing I know, we're at the park, with me standing behind you, pushing you along as you sit on the swing, laughing. That's the main reason I fell in love with you in the first place. You turn around, giving me a big smile, a beautiful smile and I fall in love with you all over again, just like that. I don't know how you manage to always make me feel this way, but you do. I hope these butterflies never escape, I've grown to love this tingling feeling and I never want it to go away.
And I stop pushing, instead I grab the rusty chain, stopping it with my hands, it felt rough. Tilting my head down, I kiss you and I feel alive again. Here, everything was real. Your lips twitch against mine as I manage to coax a soft moan out of your mouth, our body was angled awkwardly but that's okay because we make it work. And that's all that matters right now.
My mind is swirling and the next thing I know, we're in bed, body glistening as I thrust into you over and over again. The room is dark, but the light from the moon shines perfectly on you. God you're beautiful. My fingers clenched tightly against your waist, bruising the beautiful skin. My breath haggard. And suddenly it's gone.
You fade back into the dark closet in a dream like manner as the door swings open. Tears streaming down your eyes once again. You quickly realize that you are back to your world.
"JOON!" your pleas for me are futile, my heart aches as I reach you, phasing right through your solid body.
I watch as Seungho hug tightly,
"Mireu…. Joon's gone. You have to stop waiting in the closet for him, he's not coming..."
Your sobbing increases as your head bury deep within leader's chest, your words slurring together, repeating the same thing you do every night.
"He asked me to come here!"
Seungho rocks your body, lulling you slowly like a child, MBLAQ's precious little child you are.
And once again I watch you walk away, regretting that the words never left my lips, nor will they ever have the chance.
I sit here in the closet, staring at the nothingness in front of me, it's just a blank space of emptiness. I'm alone, in this cramped closet that obviously wasn't built to fit a grown man, but I don't care. This is my little secret hiding place, our secret hiding place. This is where I could be Changsun again, your Changsun, and not the one who is lying six feet under. Sleeping in a space, not much different from this one.
I close my eyes as I whisper the secret words, the words that brings you to me, "Chulyong, come back to me, please…"
And I keep my eyes close, waiting until you come back tomorrow.