[challenge] Lingering

[haru_ran]

Title: Lingering
Beta: Unbetaed
Pairing: YunJae
Universe: DBSK
Genre: Romance
Length: 448 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning: angst, fluff
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own them, but I own a fan of YunHo. 8D♥

A/N: Written for ohjaeho's Prompt Challenge. Prompt: "Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there"

Summary: Some things just linger deep in your soul.



Glazed eyes linger on a frame, nimble fingers touching cold glass shielding the picture inside from any harm. A heavy sigh falls from rosy lips, the subtle scent of alcohol leaving them when widened black pupils rest on one of the two males displayed in the picture. It is an older picture, but not as old as the one reminding you of your first kiss with another male.

The picture resting in your hands was not more than two years old, speaking the memories of your best times.

You sigh, finger grazing the face of the young man with short auburn hair smiling lovingly whilst snuggling against your own smiling face. The dimples on the other's face are shining into your eyes, making him perfect. He never liked them himself, always hiding his smile behind his hand. But you loved them.

A sad smile scurries over your lips when you remember how you used to kiss his dimples, your lips lingering on them before you laid your lips onto his plump ones. You miss to kiss him, miss to hold him like you used to.

You look up. Your apartment is empty, always was since they were gone. You couldn't fill this home with just two people when it always was meant to be for five.

You sigh, placing the picture onto the table before your feet. Empty bottles of alcohol were standing next to it, the liquid long flooding through your figure. You bury your face into your hands, wishing that in this dark time of your own feelings he was there. He was said to be the emotional one. If only they knew that you were the more attached one, were the one only relying on him being so strong with what he felt.

“JaeJoong,” you mumble, just the name letting your heart yearn for his love, letting your skin yearn for his touch, letting your lips want to linger atop his pair.

A melody chimes through the quiet apartment. It was deep in the night. You haven't even registered. Without muttering a single word you answer the phone, just a heavy breath falling from your lips telling the one on the other line that you're present.

“YunHo.”

A low, hushed voice. You gasp, taking a deep breath when you rise to your feet. Your cheeks glow with befuddlement and pleasure to hear his voice; his beautiful angelic voice.

“Open the door.”

As if in trance you walk over, opening the door in hope to find a treasure. A wide smile greets you, eyes sparkling whilst his voice is chiming through your phone and right in front of you, “I miss you.”