we're but the same two people in love
two hearts make a butterfly
yunho&jaejoong;
pg, romance, fluff
for vintageparisian just because :)♥
two hearts make a butterfly
watch as we take flight
Have you ever loved.
Like in the movies where they
fall in love at first sight.
Stayed up all night on the phone.
Bragged to the world.
Waited in the pouring rain.
Ran like crazy towards them.
Secretly watched them.
Gone mad. Pretended not to notice.
Dialed their number. Had your lips freeze.
Yunho once dreamed of a thousand million butterflies, spread out across the vast sky. Red and yellow, purple, blue. They cover the universe, celebrating spring, summer, autumn and winter in jubilee. Then one dreary night, these butterflies lose their ability to fly, frail bodies split into two flawless symmetries, scattered around the earth by the wind, each separated wing finding its way inside a different person’s heart ---
so in finding true love; one might find their other half,
and set his butterfly free.
Of course you have loved.
Gone broke because of anniversaries.
Said sorry even after you did well.
Stayed up all night writing a love letter.
Moved a date with your family.
Prayed to God for them not to hurt.
Avoided friends.
Watched their backs as they left.
Jaejoong looks up at Yunho’s approach, a beatific smile playing on his face as his fingers ply melody from piano keys; killing him softly with his song. Yunho’s heart does a stumble, and it stutters in his chest, like a million fireflies, or a set of broken wings.
It’s almost as if it’s responding to the other man’s calling ---
‘Yunhoyah.’
Jaejoong’s hands stop moving. The older man edges to the left of the piano stool, giving space for Yunho to sit. Their knuckles bump lightly, and Yunho notices that there are still days like these, when being with Jaejoong in close proximity makes him feel like first love all over again.
He curves his fingers skillfully over the white keys, mixing and matching to get the best sounds possible. Jaejoong crosses hands over his, so they are playing everywhere and in between.
‘It’s perfect,’ Jaejoong says softly, running his fingers daintily along the piano’s length when their duet is finished. ‘Did you know that you can pound on any of the black keys and still make it sound like a masterpiece?’
He demonstrates, touching only black. Then he pauses, a sated look glassing over his countenance before he begins to take Yunho through a familiar tune. ‘Insa,’ he whispers, husky voice rubbing against Yunho like silky fur.
And it's flyaway love, because their feet lift from the ground, carried away on chariots constructed of musical notes. It’s indescribable, how an ordinary day with the rain throbbing on the roof and the wind whistling along with their voices can turn into this - an exhilarating escapade.
At the end of it, Jaejoong leans sideways into Yunho, the adrenaline sucked out of him. ‘I’m tired,’ he murmurs as Yunho struggles unconsciously to breathe steady, so that the rise and fall of his shoulders doesn’t disturb him.
He peeks at Jaejoong, wonders if any other person had lips as naturally pink, convinced that they were shaped so marvelously - something quite like Hershey kisses; the kind you savored on the edge of your tongue when you fell in love.
Yunho does it rashly. He lifts Jaejoong’s head so that his lips are beneath his, and then he’s pressing against them gently. If Jaejoong’s lips were the shape of Yunho’s own heart then he was definitely definitely reclaiming them as his.
They exhale, and the wave of his breath rolls across their pounding chests, two hearts racing faster, faster, like metamorphosis as Jaejoong pushes into his embrace and they soften against each other with the exquisite of lovers carved in gold, their shadows dissolving on the marble floor ---
No one makes me love like this, Yunho thinks; a singular butterfly spiraling around their necks like a christening, flitting out the window with the promise of many, many more blessings.
Of course you have broken up.
Hated them as much as you loved.
Torn a letter you couldn't read.
Erased a number you couldn't forget.
Celebrated an anniversary alone.
Burnt all the pictures.
Thought all the sad songs
in this world were about you.
-----
Picked up the phone, said love.
yunho&jaejoong;
pg, romance, fluff
for vintageparisian just because :)♥
two hearts make a butterfly
watch as we take flight
Have you ever loved.
Like in the movies where they
fall in love at first sight.
Stayed up all night on the phone.
Bragged to the world.
Waited in the pouring rain.
Ran like crazy towards them.
Secretly watched them.
Gone mad. Pretended not to notice.
Dialed their number. Had your lips freeze.
Yunho once dreamed of a thousand million butterflies, spread out across the vast sky. Red and yellow, purple, blue. They cover the universe, celebrating spring, summer, autumn and winter in jubilee. Then one dreary night, these butterflies lose their ability to fly, frail bodies split into two flawless symmetries, scattered around the earth by the wind, each separated wing finding its way inside a different person’s heart ---
so in finding true love; one might find their other half,
and set his butterfly free.
Of course you have loved.
Gone broke because of anniversaries.
Said sorry even after you did well.
Stayed up all night writing a love letter.
Moved a date with your family.
Prayed to God for them not to hurt.
Avoided friends.
Watched their backs as they left.
Jaejoong looks up at Yunho’s approach, a beatific smile playing on his face as his fingers ply melody from piano keys; killing him softly with his song. Yunho’s heart does a stumble, and it stutters in his chest, like a million fireflies, or a set of broken wings.
It’s almost as if it’s responding to the other man’s calling ---
‘Yunhoyah.’
Jaejoong’s hands stop moving. The older man edges to the left of the piano stool, giving space for Yunho to sit. Their knuckles bump lightly, and Yunho notices that there are still days like these, when being with Jaejoong in close proximity makes him feel like first love all over again.
He curves his fingers skillfully over the white keys, mixing and matching to get the best sounds possible. Jaejoong crosses hands over his, so they are playing everywhere and in between.
‘It’s perfect,’ Jaejoong says softly, running his fingers daintily along the piano’s length when their duet is finished. ‘Did you know that you can pound on any of the black keys and still make it sound like a masterpiece?’
He demonstrates, touching only black. Then he pauses, a sated look glassing over his countenance before he begins to take Yunho through a familiar tune. ‘Insa,’ he whispers, husky voice rubbing against Yunho like silky fur.
And it's flyaway love, because their feet lift from the ground, carried away on chariots constructed of musical notes. It’s indescribable, how an ordinary day with the rain throbbing on the roof and the wind whistling along with their voices can turn into this - an exhilarating escapade.
At the end of it, Jaejoong leans sideways into Yunho, the adrenaline sucked out of him. ‘I’m tired,’ he murmurs as Yunho struggles unconsciously to breathe steady, so that the rise and fall of his shoulders doesn’t disturb him.
He peeks at Jaejoong, wonders if any other person had lips as naturally pink, convinced that they were shaped so marvelously - something quite like Hershey kisses; the kind you savored on the edge of your tongue when you fell in love.
Yunho does it rashly. He lifts Jaejoong’s head so that his lips are beneath his, and then he’s pressing against them gently. If Jaejoong’s lips were the shape of Yunho’s own heart then he was definitely definitely reclaiming them as his.
They exhale, and the wave of his breath rolls across their pounding chests, two hearts racing faster, faster, like metamorphosis as Jaejoong pushes into his embrace and they soften against each other with the exquisite of lovers carved in gold, their shadows dissolving on the marble floor ---
No one makes me love like this, Yunho thinks; a singular butterfly spiraling around their necks like a christening, flitting out the window with the promise of many, many more blessings.
Of course you have broken up.
Hated them as much as you loved.
Torn a letter you couldn't read.
Erased a number you couldn't forget.
Celebrated an anniversary alone.
Burnt all the pictures.
Thought all the sad songs
in this world were about you.
-----
Picked up the phone, said love.