stardust - a jongkey one shot
It doesn't strictly say it's a JongKey fic so you could pretty much read it with any couple (if one of them looks like a girl, actually).
Hope you enjoy it :))
The smoke of another cigarette, the fatigue and the fail, the thick heavy air crawls out of cars only to fill your lungs. Frozen sights and lives run through the tiny window, hundreds of paintings fly in front of your sore eyes. The seat is smooth but you’re still uncomfortable. You can’t find your centre, you slide over the road beneath you drop. Thousands of birds shake the sky you watch, toss the spot you aim. You breathe heavily, adjusting your boundaries.
Your bones ache while our tight schedule squeezes them into stardust. That fabulous hair of yours hiding those tired eyes states you’re a star, your failing skin says you’re nothing but pure dust. But they can’t see through the shine you pour over the real thing, can they?
The pen trembles inside my fingers at the sight of those bones beneath the skin of your delicate pale shoulders, no wonder they say you could be a girl.
And they could break you so damn easily with their non-ending love and hungry arms but those kids only want you too much - much more than you actually have left to give. But you’d still answer their demands. You don’t seem to care but it hurts like hell.
Could you not be so stubborn? Answer mine too. I demand you to breathe, what about it? I demand you to see me. But you don’t even dare to look away from your private movie screen. Eyes glued to the glass registering everything upside down, filling our little free time with anything but the side effects.
And then someone opens another screen and the yelling begins once again. We’re got to keep on moving though, we’re getting closer even if it’s too cold and that wind hurts.
You hold yourself tight so you won’t let me in… again. You won’t stare at my face but I won’t look away. The vehicle goes faster just in time to make my skin scratch yours. It burns as a shiver guides a bit of anguish through my flesh, almost as if to let me know how powerless I am towards us.
You growl at me as if you knew what I’m doing… what I feel. The buildings begin to slow down around us but you still can’t look at me.
So I just take a deep breath and close my notebook, our ride is over and we’ve got monsters to feed.
Hope you enjoy it :))
The smoke of another cigarette, the fatigue and the fail, the thick heavy air crawls out of cars only to fill your lungs. Frozen sights and lives run through the tiny window, hundreds of paintings fly in front of your sore eyes. The seat is smooth but you’re still uncomfortable. You can’t find your centre, you slide over the road beneath you drop. Thousands of birds shake the sky you watch, toss the spot you aim. You breathe heavily, adjusting your boundaries.
Your bones ache while our tight schedule squeezes them into stardust. That fabulous hair of yours hiding those tired eyes states you’re a star, your failing skin says you’re nothing but pure dust. But they can’t see through the shine you pour over the real thing, can they?
The pen trembles inside my fingers at the sight of those bones beneath the skin of your delicate pale shoulders, no wonder they say you could be a girl.
And they could break you so damn easily with their non-ending love and hungry arms but those kids only want you too much - much more than you actually have left to give. But you’d still answer their demands. You don’t seem to care but it hurts like hell.
Could you not be so stubborn? Answer mine too. I demand you to breathe, what about it? I demand you to see me. But you don’t even dare to look away from your private movie screen. Eyes glued to the glass registering everything upside down, filling our little free time with anything but the side effects.
And then someone opens another screen and the yelling begins once again. We’re got to keep on moving though, we’re getting closer even if it’s too cold and that wind hurts.
You hold yourself tight so you won’t let me in… again. You won’t stare at my face but I won’t look away. The vehicle goes faster just in time to make my skin scratch yours. It burns as a shiver guides a bit of anguish through my flesh, almost as if to let me know how powerless I am towards us.
You growl at me as if you knew what I’m doing… what I feel. The buildings begin to slow down around us but you still can’t look at me.
So I just take a deep breath and close my notebook, our ride is over and we’ve got monsters to feed.