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dbsk_flashficTitle: Yunho’s Letter
Author: Pupeez4eva
Word count: 541
Concrit?: Yes
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Yunho remembers and, for just a moment, allows himself to hope.
Authors Note: Okay — I do NOT usually quite angst, so I am terribly sorry if these ended up a mess of sap and cheese.
I can’t change the past.
Nowadays when I remember you, it’s during plain, mundane moments. I’m sitting on the couch and I picture the three of you, and Changmin too, all sitting on the couch with me. We’d watch some crappy horror film and Changmin would pretend to be fine, when we all knew he was moments away from wetting himself, and Jaejoong, you’d be ‘discretely’ babying him (I use inverted commas because we all know you couldn’t be discrete if you tried). Junsu, you’d be letting out that dolphin laugh of yours, and then you’d remember that it was a horror movie, and you weren’t supposed to be laughing, but then you’d probably keep doing it anyway. That’s just how youare were. Yoochun, you’d be bored out of your mind — but you’d sit there anyway, because it wasn’t the movie that mattered; it was us.
I realise that I don’t want to change the past.
I can’t let go of the memories. I know people say it’s easier, less painful, to forget and move on. I can’t. I can’t let go of the past, and I can’t let go of any of you. I can’t move on with my life and start a new beginning, because three people would be missing from that beginning. So why change something that doesn’t need to be fixed?
Instead I wish I could forge a new ending for myself, and for Changmin. He’s upset now, our maknae, and he’s bitter, but I know he misses you too. He doesn’t want this to be the end, and neither do I. The memories are painful, but what makes it all truly unbearable is the thought that this is our ending. Years of friendship, years of brotherhood — what has all that amounted to now? When you spend all those years forging connections stronger than anything you could imagine, they aren’t supposed to just disappear.
I don’t want this to be the end.
And why does it have to be? Can’t we all come together, and be the people we once were? Can’t we laugh together — Junsu, of course, with his dolphin laugh — and be brothers again? I want to move past the pain and hardship. I don’t want this to be our ending. As cliché as it sounds, I want to live my life with no regrets. We don’t need to forget the past — we need to remember the times we stood together, as five and as one, and use these memories to forge a new path for ourselves. We need —
“Hyung?”
Yunho paused, his pen poised above the paper. Still. Not even a tremor.
“Hyung, we’ll be late if we don’t leave soon!” Changmin yelled. Yunho sighed and set the pen down.
“I’m coming Changmin!” he called back. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and slung it over his shoulders. He paused, glancing at the sheet of paper once again. He hesitated, and then he reached out. He grasped it, clenched his hand into a fist. He watched as the page was pressed on all sides, becoming nothing more than a wrinkled mess of ink and paper.
He let it fall to his desk and he left the room, letting the door shut behind him.
Author: Pupeez4eva
Word count: 541
Concrit?: Yes
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Yunho remembers and, for just a moment, allows himself to hope.
Authors Note: Okay — I do NOT usually quite angst, so I am terribly sorry if these ended up a mess of sap and cheese.
I can’t change the past.
Nowadays when I remember you, it’s during plain, mundane moments. I’m sitting on the couch and I picture the three of you, and Changmin too, all sitting on the couch with me. We’d watch some crappy horror film and Changmin would pretend to be fine, when we all knew he was moments away from wetting himself, and Jaejoong, you’d be ‘discretely’ babying him (I use inverted commas because we all know you couldn’t be discrete if you tried). Junsu, you’d be letting out that dolphin laugh of yours, and then you’d remember that it was a horror movie, and you weren’t supposed to be laughing, but then you’d probably keep doing it anyway. That’s just how you
I realise that I don’t want to change the past.
I can’t let go of the memories. I know people say it’s easier, less painful, to forget and move on. I can’t. I can’t let go of the past, and I can’t let go of any of you. I can’t move on with my life and start a new beginning, because three people would be missing from that beginning. So why change something that doesn’t need to be fixed?
Instead I wish I could forge a new ending for myself, and for Changmin. He’s upset now, our maknae, and he’s bitter, but I know he misses you too. He doesn’t want this to be the end, and neither do I. The memories are painful, but what makes it all truly unbearable is the thought that this is our ending. Years of friendship, years of brotherhood — what has all that amounted to now? When you spend all those years forging connections stronger than anything you could imagine, they aren’t supposed to just disappear.
I don’t want this to be the end.
And why does it have to be? Can’t we all come together, and be the people we once were? Can’t we laugh together — Junsu, of course, with his dolphin laugh — and be brothers again? I want to move past the pain and hardship. I don’t want this to be our ending. As cliché as it sounds, I want to live my life with no regrets. We don’t need to forget the past — we need to remember the times we stood together, as five and as one, and use these memories to forge a new path for ourselves. We need —
“Hyung?”
Yunho paused, his pen poised above the paper. Still. Not even a tremor.
“Hyung, we’ll be late if we don’t leave soon!” Changmin yelled. Yunho sighed and set the pen down.
“I’m coming Changmin!” he called back. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and slung it over his shoulders. He paused, glancing at the sheet of paper once again. He hesitated, and then he reached out. He grasped it, clenched his hand into a fist. He watched as the page was pressed on all sides, becoming nothing more than a wrinkled mess of ink and paper.
He let it fall to his desk and he left the room, letting the door shut behind him.
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