Lights Out
Title: Lights Out.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: PG
Summary: One day, they'll all go out.
Note: A quick, small thing forgotten in my fic file. Completely nonsensical and pointless. After Daesung's incident, I haven't been able to write much for the kpop fandom.
Lights Out.
Look, he said.
look, look, look
over here over there
look at all those lights, man
look how they shine for you
a shrine for you
all confetti and high notes, here take my mic and here take my breath
and quit it with that smile.
You’re so pretty with your lies on but who do you think you are, I’ve loved you long enough to know you’re fake.
But still.
I’ll throw gifts and arms at your feet,
I’ll buy your lie if you’re selling.
Because midnight caffeine and sugarcubes can’t make up for your lip between my teeth
for 7 minutes in heaven,
and the way you focus on me even when you’re drunk.
The way the world can mutate into this only you version of itself.
It takes talent to break me and you’re still on square one, it’s a deal we’re making here, make no mistake. We’re on equal footing, blacks and whites and both queens missing, broken in half on the floor.
Because I see you’re hungry, I can hear your blood racing over the playback and I’ve never really wanted anything before and I won’t say please.
Because,
perhaps,
you should really look at me one day.
Let the world fade to gray and feel the fear my friend, my brother, my 8’10 wonder.
Believe me, my teeth might not be sharp like yours but I get what I want because my fingers are this long and I’m honest enough to fool you all.
You can laugh all you want now, I’ll join you, because the joke’s on you, the joke’s on us, and I might be downing burnt coffee in the dark now, but one night, very soon, you’ll wake up in your own darkness with daggers through your lungs and sweat that has nothing to do with dancing, with awkward thoughts and pulses making their way to my side of the room.
One day you’ll clench your fists at breakfast.
See, that dream where I steal your soul from your mouth will make you bite your pillow even though you’ll never tell.
Tick tock, little wonder, you can sing to glistening eyes now, you can blow kisses to the wind, tick tock, I’m not jealous, I’ve long learnt to share and split and conquer.
But.
One day. One day you’ll give it up and break yourself a little, one day you’ll grow desperate and reach for my mouth and perhaps I’ll pin you to the refrigerator and bend at the knee.
Or I might push you back out of the shower instead because you can’t always get what you want.
So, yeah, look.
Look, over here, over there, the lights.
One day they’ll all go out.
And you’ll just see me.
Tick tock.
A/N: You don't need to tell me this doesn't make sense, I am perrrrfectly aware.