Title: Adieu, soldier
Characters/Pairing: Yunho and Jaejoong
Rating: PG 14
Form: One-shot (791 words)
Beta: Not beta-ed. Please forgive errors
Genre: Mild Angst
Summary: Years had passed.
It was way past midnight. Yunho exited the apartment, walking along the empty street in the land of the rising sun. Cold night air, tired eyes and body. Feet refusing to take a break, leading him into foreign corners of the structured town.
A loud bark of a dog as he passed a small shrine near a river made him stop. He was at a steady green metal bridge. Across the river he could see a distanced Skytree tower. He breathed in, fingers touching the cold green railing.
A country apart.
Yunho sighed, lifting his head to gaze at the dark sky. The phone in his pocket vibrated with new notifications and maybe, maybe even a message from his magnae. He chose to ignore those. He had spent enough time browsing through articles and news, pictures and videos. What happened over there, travelled fast enough through invisible connections into his small little device, reminding Yunho of him even if he had never forgotten.
It was here, where they said their goodbyes. It wasn't really mutual, but it was inevitable. Yunho remembered the big beautiful eyes shredding unstoppable lines of tears, his lips trembling, his teeth clenching. They stood facing each other until the sun rose, and the fair face of the man had turned so pale Yunho knew he had caught a cold. "I understand," the man had said as rays of sunrise fell on his face. Yunho remembered he smiled after that, with trembling lips still and wet eyes.
Yunho's pair of eyes gazed at the warm smile, his long thin fingers caressed the soft locks and wiped the tears. Yunho brought his feet closer to the smaller body and his ears listened to the song-like whispers of 'I understand' which were repeated like a broken record. Yunho's lips captured the trembling cold flesh, his nose smelled the sweetness scent of his perfumed skin. When Yunho withdrew his kiss, he let the man rest his head on his shoulder.
Yunho sighed at the remembrance. Years had passed, but as he looked along the bridge, he could still clearly see the back of the man walking away from him, right after he pulled his head off Yunho's shoulders.
Years had passed.
During those years, Yunho's mind still conjured his different facial expressions . Yunho's thin long fingers still felt the warmth of his face and hands, the softness of his lock and lips. Yunho's nose still caught the smells of his favourite perfume in airports, crowded rooms and busy streets. Yunho's ears still replayed the song he composed and whispered to his ears, using the voice as his lullaby to sleep. Yunho's lips still tasted the minty with hint of bitter cigarette flavour of his mouth.
Years had passed, and every single day, he lived with the memory of him.
Sometimes, Yunho started to think that maybe his eyes, ears, fingers, feet, lips, nose and shoulders, among all others, were never meant to give love like he wanted to the man again. Probably Yunho wouldn't be able to bring his feet to come back home into his arms, wouldn't be able to use his lips to kiss him, his fingers to caress the ever-changing colours of his hairs, his nose to nuzzle his skin, his ears to listen to his whispers, his shoulders to comfort him, his eyes to catch the developing smile on his face.
Separation was meant to be that way.
Separation meant Yunho was sending him off. Like the time he walked away in the cold dawn with his back facing Yunho.
Yunho too, had started to accept the fact that though separated, his heart, refused to ever give him up. His heart felt, what never left. Never disappeared. Never missing. Never distant. Never gone. Probably, his heart conversely, was meant to be this way... never forgetting, never fading, never faltering.
He was going to be hidden even far away from Yunho. No more notifications of articles, news, pictures and videos; the virtual world Yunho had been relying upon secretly to harvest his longing. It feels more lonely tonight, Yunho sighed. Adieu soldier, I will follow suit into the world where you thought you'd be forgotten.
Forgotten? Yunho smiled to himself at the thought.
Years had passed.
6 years to be exact, and counting.
Yunho looked across the bridge, and as clear as the morning light that was shining through the green metal, Yunho could see the man named Kim Jaejoong reach the end of the walkway. He turned, eyes still weeping as he looked at Yunho and mouthed, 'wait.'
Two years would be too short to ever forget you--
Yunho smiled at the 'wait', mouthing 'see you'.
--even eternity, wouldn't be enough.