Author's note:
devoted to 1986s for being such an awesome reader :)
Skydiving
Sometimes it all was just too much. Colours were too bright, emotions
too raw. Every touch burned like fire, every kiss stole their breath.
Sometimes they fought till they both were hoarse from shouting. And
sometimes they made love till they both cried.
Yoochun knew no compromises. He wanted what he wanted and he wouldn’t
be stopped. He didn’t believe in doing anything in halves. His mood
swung from the brightest happiness to the gloomiest depression. He
lived and breathed every second. And every second he breathed and
lived.
Jaejoong didn’t believe in forever. Every time he heard a ‘I love you’
thrown his way, he would smile and shake his head. He didn’t want any
promises or fairytales. He would scold at any mention of ‘we’ and
counted the days since their first kiss. He knew it would end. He
expected it all to end. Sometimes he even wished it to end.
His insecurities and his wishful thinking, their fantasies and their
fears were their perfect bond, their safety belt, their 6 air bags and
an emergency parachute all packed in one.
//
“I
can give you
You can give me
Something, everything
You are with me
I am with you
Always, Join me In
Love and death”
Tokio Hotel “Love
and Death”
October 18, 2009