the grenade you dropped is what hurts the most
“black, black, black and blue beat me till i’m numb”
bruno mars
g r e n a d e
Another fight again.
Jaejoong doesn’t know what to think. All he can do is hope that the maknae will forgive him one more time.
After minutes of contemplating, Jaejoong finally does it. He goes up to Changmin, gently brushes stray strands of hair from the man’s face, and begs forgiveness with glossy saddened eyes.
The tall man flinches. Pulls away - it’s almost as if Jaejoong had scorched him with the burning end of his cigarette instead. He doesn’t say anything; nonetheless, Jaejoong can feel the accusatory glare like striking arrows.
“This is your fault,” is what Jaejoong sees.
He frowns. Changmin frowns.
Swiftly, abruptly, Jaejoong throws out a strong punch to Changmin’s muscled arm.
Hit me back. Beat me till I’m numb.
Changmin simply grunts, but he doesn’t respond.
Nothing.
Then Jaejoong feels his heart stopping, crashing, bleeding.
You tossed it in the trash, you did.
As Changmin turns around to head towards a tall building, Jaejoong’s slips a pair of sunglasses on, thankful for the dark lenses hiding the warmth sliding down his thin cheeks.
You’d watch me burn down in flames.
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from.
“it’s hard to deal with the pain of losin’ you everywhere i go”
rascal flatts
w h a t h u r t s t h e m o s t
Another visit again.
What hurts the most is him being so close.
Changmin doesn’t know what to think. He has a lot to say; yet… no words form. The cold fingers caressing his cheek, he wants to lean against them. Hold those trembling hands until they’re warm, but he doesn’t because he’s angry.
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losin’ you everywhere I go, but I’m doin’ it.
He pulls away from Jaejoong’s embrace and ignores the unpleasant tug in his entire body when he sees dejected eyes looking back at him.
We could’ve been.
Changmin feels an immediate surge of pain just looking at Jaejoong, having once witnessed the older man walk away.
It’s worse than Jaejoong’s unexpected blow.
He grunts slightly from the dull ache in his arm.
His fists clench to his sides before he turns his heels and strides away with long legs from the very man he tried to love.
“You okay?” asks Minho when the young rapper sees Changmin sitting inside an empty practice room, right hand rubbing an invisible wound.
Changmin wears a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and nods.
“Yeah.”
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone.
A/N: Written because I was in the mood for angst. LOL LOL OTL But anyways, I totally recommend (youtube band) Boyce Avenue to anyone who comes across these random drabbles~! The band is talented, and Alejandro's vocals are especially soothing. ^^
Edit: Just realized that these drabbles probably don't make much sense if you don't know the lyrics to the song. LOL