Run, run, run.
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Title: Run, run, run.
Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk
Length: 195 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Author’s Note: Trying to beat writer's block is hard. I wrote this with Blohyuk in mind... but take it as you will. ConCrit highly appreciated D:
Oh, and x-posted this to everywhere and its mother - mainly epikjunior, blohyuk, and miracle______.
Run, run, run. Run from him, just like you run from everyone else. He'll be happier without you, you know, you think. So you run.
What you don't think about are the lingering touches, the kisses he's left, the marks he imprinted on your neck, your chest, your heart. You don't think about how your fingers ache to run through his messy bed hair and down his back, to pull your bodies so close that you can imagine he can feel your deepest thoughts and you his. You don't think about how, as you dance, his gaze burns your body. You don't think about the satin-smooth words he's trickled down your face, your arms, your torso. You don't think about how the rhythm of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You don't think about your heart ripping apart with every step, every foot, every inch you take away from him. You don't think about how you love him so much you feel your soul crying in agony when he isn't near.
Most importantly, you don't think about about how much he loves you.
You don't think.
... Or you do, and you've never been so scared.
remembering helps me write. but only painful things. ._.
Title: Run, run, run.
Pairing: Tablo/Eunhyuk
Length: 195 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not own real people.
Author’s Note: Trying to beat writer's block is hard. I wrote this with Blohyuk in mind... but take it as you will. ConCrit highly appreciated D:
Oh, and x-posted this to everywhere and its mother - mainly epikjunior, blohyuk, and miracle______.
Run, run, run. Run from him, just like you run from everyone else. He'll be happier without you, you know, you think. So you run.
What you don't think about are the lingering touches, the kisses he's left, the marks he imprinted on your neck, your chest, your heart. You don't think about how your fingers ache to run through his messy bed hair and down his back, to pull your bodies so close that you can imagine he can feel your deepest thoughts and you his. You don't think about how, as you dance, his gaze burns your body. You don't think about the satin-smooth words he's trickled down your face, your arms, your torso. You don't think about how the rhythm of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You don't think about your heart ripping apart with every step, every foot, every inch you take away from him. You don't think about how you love him so much you feel your soul crying in agony when he isn't near.
Most importantly, you don't think about about how much he loves you.
You don't think.
... Or you do, and you've never been so scared.
remembering helps me write. but only painful things. ._.