(Puppets Don't) Love
Title: Puppets Don't Love
Rating: G
Pairings: Yoochun/Changmin
Word Count: 507
Summary: Sometimes a trip back to the past is the only thing that can lead you back into a nightmare.
Warning: Character death (?)
Everything has to start somewhere, has to have a root, something to grow upon, and sometimes, you just have to go back and find this beginning. It saves you from becoming lost. Trace back to the start; retrace your steps until there’s nowhere left to go. When you look forward, the world is spread out for your eyes to see. In front of you, is everything you currently have, and also, everything you could have had.
Yoochun stays silent as he listens to the footsteps echo, fading further and further away. He tilts his head to the side and presses tightly against the door, listening intently for the ominous footsteps to cease completely. In his arms lay Changmin, fast asleep, but listening too. It’s something they’ve habitually developed throughout the years. Listen and you won’t get caught. Just listen and stay silent. That’s the motto of the whole place.
Nothing about him is different, Yoochun thinks, turning back to the boy when the small footsteps from the hallway become inaudible. He slowly fingers the creases of Changmin’s battered t-shirt and stares at the way the boy’s eyelashes curl up when his eyes are closed, almost as if he were dreaming of a beautiful, happy place. He probably is, but Yoochun wouldn’t know; Yoochun doesn’t dream.
From the strands of his hair to the tips of his fingers; nothing is... nothing is the same.
Yoochun doesn’t know how it happened-it just did. One moment Changmin is gone and the next, he is within reach again. Changmin, right in front of him, after so many years, but for some reason, he still feels so far away. There’s a whole six years between them now. Six years Yoochun has lived and six years Changmin hasn’t.
It doesn’t feel right because Changmin was the one who began the whole thing. He was the one who gave Yoochun the slightest hope for escape, and for a new life outside. Inside such a place as this, where everyday was the same thing, only to kill and destroy, there was no hope. Hope was something that only Changmin had, and he rarely shared it. Only Yoochun. Only with Yoochun.
Changmin was the only one who dreamt. Changmin was honestly the only one who deserved freedom. The rest of them only deserved to rot inside this hell hole for eternity. Weapons of mass destruction, evil, puppets, and objects. Nobody was even human. Only Changmin. Only he stood up.
But Yoochun won’t let him do it again. He won’t let the boy slip out of his grasp, disintegrate into nothingness. Yoochun doesn’t want to see that pained look on Changmin’s face again. He won’t let Changmin remain as only a small memory tucked away somewhere in his brain.
And yet, when he looks back, his arms are already empty and nothing but darkness surrounds him, ready to engulf the world. Yoochun screams.
He remembers-he remembers the sweet scent of Changmin’s hair and the little forbidden words they whispered to each other.
I love you.
A/N: So it just occurred to me that I've never posted any yoomin on here, mostly because I hate formatting on lj but because I never finish stuff that I write either OTL. but they're my otp and I love them so :)