this is amazing. i've always been fond of jaechun without really knowing why and this is so totally how i see them that i think i have the answer. :D
If you added up every kilometer they'd ever flown, it would have been enough to circumnavigate the Earth. Meaning there had to have been a second when, up in the air, they were coming full circle, and Jaejoong's hand could have finished cupping Yoochun's face and it would have been like pressing Play again, because they were travelers as much as they were performers. Meaning they should've been able to find at least one place on the entire fucking globe where this was easy.
oh, linda. this is just so -- idek, so tender. raw. there's just something about the way you write -- it feels so real, so achey, and it hurts. there were a lot of parts where I had to pause and just take it in and breathe for a second, but my favourite line was probably Behind their backs, Yoochun braided his fingers through Jaejoong's, as if by accident, and Jaejoong found it again, crumbly and washed out, still there. I loved this piece. ♥!
Then, as always: divergence, haircuts. Throwing out one body, all the baggage that had come with it, and starting over in a brand new one, only to discover it felt the same.
He drove his BMW into a tree on January 1st, with Yoochun in the passenger seat. Afterwards, it was funny, because they were exactly the kind of people who did shit like this, ringing in the new year with a car crash. Neither of them was hurt, but part of Jaejoong wished it'd left him something to look at and learn from. He was the bird that kept flying into closed windows. He was the ship out at sea that didn't know how to recognize a lighthouse.
This is so lovely. ♥ I've missed JaeChun written like this. ;__; I think they'll always be my favourite.
I wanted to quote something back but there are so many beautiful lines that I can't choose. I love your word choices so much.
Behind their backs, Yoochun braided his fingers through Jaejoong's, as if by accident, and Jaejoong found it again, crumbly and washed out, still there. This might be my favourite, because it suits them so well. Simple and understated.
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it's been a while since i've read something like this. so good =)
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If you added up every kilometer they'd ever flown, it would have been enough to circumnavigate the Earth. Meaning there had to have been a second when, up in the air, they were coming full circle, and Jaejoong's hand could have finished cupping Yoochun's face and it would have been like pressing Play again, because they were travelers as much as they were performers. Meaning they should've been able to find at least one place on the entire fucking globe where this was easy.
favorite part!
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Then, as always: divergence, haircuts. Throwing out one body, all the baggage that had come with it, and starting over in a brand new one, only to discover it felt the same.
He drove his BMW into a tree on January 1st, with Yoochun in the passenger seat. Afterwards, it was funny, because they were exactly the kind of people who did shit like this, ringing in the new year with a car crash. Neither of them was hurt, but part of Jaejoong wished it'd left him something to look at and learn from. He was the bird that kept flying into closed windows. He was the ship out at sea that didn't know how to recognize a lighthouse.
favourite parts.
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I wanted to quote something back but there are so many beautiful lines that I can't choose. I love your word choices so much.
Behind their backs, Yoochun braided his fingers through Jaejoong's, as if by accident, and Jaejoong found it again, crumbly and washed out, still there.
This might be my favourite, because it suits them so well. Simple and understated.
Thank you so much for this. ♥
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