the language of loss (stages: pain, hope and love)
interconnected, interwoven, intermingled in dying breaths, did it have to be you helpless and me hopelessly in love?
01.
and then jaejoong is crying, kicking against him, struggling desperately to stay afloat, pounding uselessly against his chest, screaming, “no, no, no, why-”
the language of pain: love is lost; hope can no longer be seen in the offing.
02.
yunho cradles jaejoong’s head in his neck. he used to receive vicious kicks. bathroom door locked. razor under the worn-out mattress. “don’t need you, where the hell is junsu-”
jaejoong cries a little these days, but graces him now with blank stares, eyes rimmed with dark circles. he tries to make jaejoong laugh with weak jokes said in a rather desperate tone and receives a wan smile for his efforts.
the language of hope: when the ache fades and becomes part of you; learning to step forward, one baby step at a time.
03.
jaejoong curses, his ass hurts; tripping down the stairs thrice in a week sucks. He stops rubbing his back when junsu takes one good look and starts laughing.
“shut up,” jaejoong mutters, pulling his lover in for a long, sensual kiss. junsu does just that albeit with a cheeky smile on his face.
the language of love: hope abundant and pain non-existent, a non-reality thing.
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