Breathe Underwater
Title: Breathe Underwater
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Summary: On mouth-to-mouth.
Breathe Underwater.
I have only one question, alright?
Why would you stay with something that hurts you.
It’s not like you like it, and you’re not exactly strong anyway, so why do you stay, why do you keep going back, mouth-shaped voids on your neck every time.
I don’t believe in your smiles, I never did, you’re bleeding from secret places under your arms and you pull my fingers away when I try to lift your shirt, why do you do that, it’s only fingers, it’s only blood and you know I love you like a signed contract, like a brand of ownership because I’m dumb like that, I’m simple like that, oh I’m sorry I don’t have his landmines and his secret windows.
But I believe in the curve of your neck and the line of your jaw when you look at me, I believe in your fingers webbed together and I’m honestly sorry you can’t have him, but he’s like water, kibum, fingers can’t hold him in no matter what you do. He’s like water and can’t you see he’ll drown you, so won’t you just take my hand? I’ll lay you down on the cement and push breath back in your lungs against your will, I’ll make you live for something other than him, believe me I can, there is no game I’ve lost if not for treason.
Trust me, don’t smile at me, you know I’m not as thick as I seem and I won’t give up just because you’re wearing your I’m ok makeup again tonight.
Just tell me why.
It’s like I’m punching water out of your body every night for you to swallow it back up and I don’t get it.
Egoism I understand and I respect, but this is masochistic, this is self-crucifixion under booming base and chants of Siamese names, but will you say I’m lying if I told you I see pieces of you swept away with the confetti after the lights are out?
It’s all very personal you know, it all comes back to me-I don’t want to let you rot, and who ever told you you could handle him, button-nose, who ever let you think you were enough?
He is too heavy, for you and your bird bones, for you and all your woman’s nerves, he’s all you’ve ever wanted but you’ve always wanted too much and sometimes I get mad, sometimes I think about getting up and getting you off that couch, making you sleep in my bed.
I’ll sleep on the floor.
Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Summary: On mouth-to-mouth.
Breathe Underwater.
I have only one question, alright?
Why would you stay with something that hurts you.
It’s not like you like it, and you’re not exactly strong anyway, so why do you stay, why do you keep going back, mouth-shaped voids on your neck every time.
I don’t believe in your smiles, I never did, you’re bleeding from secret places under your arms and you pull my fingers away when I try to lift your shirt, why do you do that, it’s only fingers, it’s only blood and you know I love you like a signed contract, like a brand of ownership because I’m dumb like that, I’m simple like that, oh I’m sorry I don’t have his landmines and his secret windows.
But I believe in the curve of your neck and the line of your jaw when you look at me, I believe in your fingers webbed together and I’m honestly sorry you can’t have him, but he’s like water, kibum, fingers can’t hold him in no matter what you do. He’s like water and can’t you see he’ll drown you, so won’t you just take my hand? I’ll lay you down on the cement and push breath back in your lungs against your will, I’ll make you live for something other than him, believe me I can, there is no game I’ve lost if not for treason.
Trust me, don’t smile at me, you know I’m not as thick as I seem and I won’t give up just because you’re wearing your I’m ok makeup again tonight.
Just tell me why.
It’s like I’m punching water out of your body every night for you to swallow it back up and I don’t get it.
Egoism I understand and I respect, but this is masochistic, this is self-crucifixion under booming base and chants of Siamese names, but will you say I’m lying if I told you I see pieces of you swept away with the confetti after the lights are out?
It’s all very personal you know, it all comes back to me-I don’t want to let you rot, and who ever told you you could handle him, button-nose, who ever let you think you were enough?
He is too heavy, for you and your bird bones, for you and all your woman’s nerves, he’s all you’ve ever wanted but you’ve always wanted too much and sometimes I get mad, sometimes I think about getting up and getting you off that couch, making you sleep in my bed.
I’ll sleep on the floor.