Fic - Realistic
It's almost like you guys were a play, but you had already fallen out of love 14 pages, 20 lines, and 43 words ago. And maybe you should feel sorry. He's perfect for you. Junsu's perfect.
But maybe it's that - you don't trust perfection. Too many things have seemed perfect in the past, only to fall apart and hurt you. And that's why you love it with Yunho. He's perfect in a completely different way.
He's real.
He really real.
That scar on his face is real; it makes him uglier - less perfect... more beautiful. Your fingers run over it, making sure it's really there and not something you imagined - something you wanted too much to exist. They move along with the contours of the scar - it's real.
He looks at you and you don't feel loved; you know you're loved. And perhaps that's the difference. With Yunho, you know. You could care less about what you feel with Junsu. Junsu can make anyone feel a lot of things. You are so tired of looking at him and feeling like something is missing - the world is more than sunshine-filled days and passionate nights. And maybe that's what makes you feel nothing when you see his retreating figure in the hallway. You pretend not to hear the door being closed, softly.
When you kiss Yunho and taste that cigarette he threw away earlier (he told you he's trying to quit), you can see that other world. You tell him that you want to quit smoking too, but hell, you're less dedicated than he is.
And tomorrow, you're going to stay with him. You're going to walk out of this damn apartment and feel alive again, awake. And you're going to make him his morning coffee - which he surprisingly likes with a lot of sugar.
You've finally found your tired days and restless nights.
But maybe it's that - you don't trust perfection. Too many things have seemed perfect in the past, only to fall apart and hurt you. And that's why you love it with Yunho. He's perfect in a completely different way.
He's real.
He really real.
That scar on his face is real; it makes him uglier - less perfect... more beautiful. Your fingers run over it, making sure it's really there and not something you imagined - something you wanted too much to exist. They move along with the contours of the scar - it's real.
He looks at you and you don't feel loved; you know you're loved. And perhaps that's the difference. With Yunho, you know. You could care less about what you feel with Junsu. Junsu can make anyone feel a lot of things. You are so tired of looking at him and feeling like something is missing - the world is more than sunshine-filled days and passionate nights. And maybe that's what makes you feel nothing when you see his retreating figure in the hallway. You pretend not to hear the door being closed, softly.
When you kiss Yunho and taste that cigarette he threw away earlier (he told you he's trying to quit), you can see that other world. You tell him that you want to quit smoking too, but hell, you're less dedicated than he is.
And tomorrow, you're going to stay with him. You're going to walk out of this damn apartment and feel alive again, awake. And you're going to make him his morning coffee - which he surprisingly likes with a lot of sugar.
You've finally found your tired days and restless nights.