take back, take it all back now; yoosu
take back, take it all back now
(the things i gave, like the taste of my kiss on your lips)
yoosu; 325 words
for chunxo ; i hope this is to your liking ;;
title from ashlee simpson's undiscovered♥
it's like a scene straight out from a movie, junsu thinks. they pack yoochun's things, and get him out of junsu's apartment, because it really is just not working anymore. it's anything but easy. he has the urge to rip up yoochun's expensive silky shirts and bleach his stupid purple jeans. more than anything, it's the silence between them that bothers him.
yoochun can walk past him without saying anything, picking up light boxes and bringing them into the hallway. junsu's basically done cleaning out the apartment of every single yoochun particle, and he's waiting by the door, leaning on it and holding it open.
yoochun dusts his hands off on his jeans, sheepishly approaching junsu. the guys are gonna come up to carry the rest.
junsu chooses not to even look at him, because he knows he'll be tempted to say something -- and yoochun, yoochun almost always makes him give in to temptation. just hurry up.
junsu- yoochun's voice trails off; junsu suspects it's because he doesn't know what to say.
just take everything back. take it all. junsu motions at all the boxes, the broken pieces of his heart on the floor, the leftover echoes of yoochun's sweet, sweet words. he doesn't want anything left over.
yoochun grabs his wrists, trying to make eye contact with junsu who is doing his best to avoid it. junsu, look at me. i'm sorry, it's me. i didn't want to hurt you this way. i just have to fix me.
junsu pulls against yoochun's hold, tired and fed up. just take it all back, he whispers. he exhales loudly, looks up at yoochun and kisses him. have that back too.
yoochun takes and takes and takes. because if he takes it all back, junsu won't hurt anymore. maybe he won't hurt anymore and everything will be okay. one day, i'll give it back.
when you're able to give, yoochun. only when you're able to give.
(the things i gave, like the taste of my kiss on your lips)
yoosu; 325 words
for chunxo ; i hope this is to your liking ;;
title from ashlee simpson's undiscovered♥
it's like a scene straight out from a movie, junsu thinks. they pack yoochun's things, and get him out of junsu's apartment, because it really is just not working anymore. it's anything but easy. he has the urge to rip up yoochun's expensive silky shirts and bleach his stupid purple jeans. more than anything, it's the silence between them that bothers him.
yoochun can walk past him without saying anything, picking up light boxes and bringing them into the hallway. junsu's basically done cleaning out the apartment of every single yoochun particle, and he's waiting by the door, leaning on it and holding it open.
yoochun dusts his hands off on his jeans, sheepishly approaching junsu. the guys are gonna come up to carry the rest.
junsu chooses not to even look at him, because he knows he'll be tempted to say something -- and yoochun, yoochun almost always makes him give in to temptation. just hurry up.
junsu- yoochun's voice trails off; junsu suspects it's because he doesn't know what to say.
just take everything back. take it all. junsu motions at all the boxes, the broken pieces of his heart on the floor, the leftover echoes of yoochun's sweet, sweet words. he doesn't want anything left over.
yoochun grabs his wrists, trying to make eye contact with junsu who is doing his best to avoid it. junsu, look at me. i'm sorry, it's me. i didn't want to hurt you this way. i just have to fix me.
junsu pulls against yoochun's hold, tired and fed up. just take it all back, he whispers. he exhales loudly, looks up at yoochun and kisses him. have that back too.
yoochun takes and takes and takes. because if he takes it all back, junsu won't hurt anymore. maybe he won't hurt anymore and everything will be okay. one day, i'll give it back.
when you're able to give, yoochun. only when you're able to give.