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29 September 2008 @ 09:43 pm
Dumbling Down of Love (Part Two)  
Title: Dumbling Down of Love (Part Two)
Written By: Perriwynkkle
Rating: PG
Length: one-shot series, drabbles
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, JaeMin
Disclaimer: DBSK is SM Entertaiment's.

Summary:
Well painted passion
You rightly suspect
Impersonation
The dumbing down of love
Jaded in anger
Love underwhelms you
No box of chocolates
Whichever way you fall

And if I tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you miss him?
Lover alone without love

The Dumbling Down of Love - Frou Frou

A/N: This second chapter actually has been finished for about two weeks now...yeah, but I am so lazy I just didn't feel like posting it. Heehee...okay you can hit me now. But anyways, my life has been hectic with school, work, work, and more work, so I apologize for being so slow on the up-take and influx of stories lately. They all will be updated, just...slowly. LOL! I hope you like this second part in the series!



The first time you saw him, you really didn’t think much of him. Yeah, he was cute…but cute only got you so far. He was so quiet, you were afraid maybe he had stopped breathing, yet he was standing up and blinking.
Could you blink if you died?
You figured you couldn’t.
His legs were long and his torso was lanky, but his face was just so innocent it almost hurt to look at him. He seemed like the perfect boy, the perfect son, a something you were far from, maybe since your birth.
You smoked, you drank, you stole.
He studied, he cleaned, he listened.
You were different.
Very different.

Yet as much as you wanted to hate him, you yearned for him.
Longed for his touch and his embrace, the now strong arms to envelop and caress you. To sweep your tongue across his little pink lips, scrape your teeth along his pouty chin, and run your hands through his short but silky hair.
You knew that his hands would feel delightfully cool against the tattoo on your back.
His tongue would run fiery hot over the grooves of your abs.
His skin would be a caramel silky smooth against your porcelain milk.
You wanted to control him.
Keep him.
Make him yours.
Only yours.

He was not an easy conquest; you had known that from the beginning.
He was like a tough walnut, hard to crack, but once inside, you found a delicious treat.

The sharp fast wittiness of his tongue always hit you like the crack of a whip.
Making you feel like the last of your needed self esteem would drown in his pool of utter all knowing.
The talent ranged far and wide, his voice an angel’s innocent banter,
while his hips flowed seamlessly with the beat of far off hearts.
His body was now becoming far superior to yours, if only by a small increments.
The muscles growing…flexing.
The skin molding softer.
The legs getting longer.
The smile shining ever brighter.

He was beautiful.
Inside and out.
He was beautiful, vibrant, and every bit a man.

You may have been beautiful too, but now you felt pale in comparison to his overwhelming glow.
He was the sun, and you were the earth, living only because of his love-giving glow and effortless watchfulness.
You wouldn’t be able to breathe without him.
Smile without him.
Love without him.
Live without him.

He was your everything.
The rock, high off the ground, which kept you from drowning.
Drowning in the overwhelming emotions that seemed to rage through your open veins.
The shoulder, strong and comforting, which helped dry away the river of tears.
A tearful river which if left untamed may just be your demise.
The heart, pumping and life-giving, which loved everyone and everything it touched.
Touching you, inside and out, it burned a bright crimson.
Warmth.
Comfort.
Tears.
Joy.

All connected to him.
All connected to his ever blinding, good-willed soul.

God you loved him.
Oh cruel life, you loved him.

But what is love…when it is not returned.

-FIN

Comments are always welcomed!
 
 
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Stephanietheresa_lynne on October 2nd, 2008 04:06 am (UTC)
But what is love…when it is not returned.

I dunno, Jae. You tell me.

Sorry I hadn't had a chance to read yet, bb, and then I forgot to come back. :/ *hugs*
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on October 2nd, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)
*hugs* Well your the only one who really cares to read it probably...so thanks for reading it bb! *huggles and loves*
yumeneyumene on October 3rd, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
augh.. that final line just killed me.... really Jae, do you know?

AAh nooo in a paralell world where Homin is not as real as a day, Jaemin can live ;_; hahhaa

it´s just so sweet. And .. love the songs by the way... frou frou rocks XDD

I was gonna ask for sequel but I love the new fic even more to that!! so.. don´t stop writing please!! *hugs tight*
perriwynkkleperriwynkkle on October 3rd, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
*huggles*
Thank you for reading my story when only one other person would! ^-^

JaeMin is so sweet!

yumeneyumene on October 4th, 2008 10:20 am (UTC)
Ohh don´t say that! Iam sure more people have read it.. just not commenting..? and... your story is just great! U know that! ^_~ be inspired this weekennddd~~~~ *sends inspiration wave along with a bit of Jaemin`s hot mirotic dance*

Yay!

<33
紫のチャンミン: JaeMin mirotic 02kurogoma on October 4th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
oh noes, what is with you and unrequited jaemin these days???
hahahaha xD

i hang onto a thread of hope that if jaejoong is persistent and has balls, it wont be unrequited at the end.
li9htzan93li9htzan93 on February 22nd, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
reading these like reading poetry..i dont know why but words you written really beautiful

'what is love..when it is not returned'

you had me , there and square.