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[fic] And it’s like a tragic love story all over again (definitely, maybe).

Title: And it’s like a tragic love story all over again (definitely, maybe).
Author: konnistique
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Summary: As long as Jaejoong sings, Yunho can keep on breaking—breaking so his heart can keep bleeding love for him.
Disclaimer: See profile.
For: Jaejoong and Yunho's 23rd. (and Gian/hell_angel_v2 for encouraging me to post! ilu bb)
Notes: Inspired by the movie 'Definitely, Maybe' and Delta's 'Bare Hands'.
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Hearts that don't love can't be broken
A dream stays a dream if not woken
If you never bleed then you won't understand
Come pick me red roses with your bare hands
~'Bare Hands', Delta Goodrem














The first time Yunho sees Jaejoong, he is singing. He doesn’t sing about pain and heartbreak and broken eternities and promises of tears, like Yunho thinks his voice is suited for, but sings about sunshine and dreams and smiles and tomorrows. So Yunho watches as he entrances the children around him, watches as they (he) breathes in the hope in Jaejoong’s voice.


Jaejoong sings, Yunho breaks, and it’s like a tragic love story all over again.









The first time they talk, it isn’t over coffee and cakes with high school girls giggling about boys in a café; it is amongst paintings of rainbows and merry-go-rounds on the wall, amidst miniature tables and chairs graffitied with messy scribbles of crayoned stick people, in a room that breathes life and pockets of happiness at the local preschool. Yunho daringly asks him to sing something. Your voice is like inspiration on a bad day. Jaejoong laughs, a song on its own, and complies. He sings about lost loves and broken dreams, beautiful and perfect just like Yunho had imagined. The emotions are so raw, he wishes Jaejoong can sing songs about sunshine and dreams and smiles and tomorrow again. But then he realizes, he isn’t 3-years-old anymore.


Jaejoong stops singing, Yunho doesn’t stop breaking, and it’s like falling in love all over again.









They meet again and a tentative friendship forms over talks from children to school to work to love, a topic which Yunho knew they’ll touch upon eventually. Have you ever fallen in love before? A wry smile flits across Jaejoong’s face. I don’t love. Yunho doesn’t push but the unspoken message carries itself through the wind to him anyway. Hearts that don’t love, can’t be broken.


Jaejoong doesn’t sing anymore, Yunho wishes he can’t break anymore, and it’s like miracles slipping through his fingers all over again.









The first time they move in together, Yunho is searching for a roommate and Jaejoong doesn’t hesitate in helping to split the rent. They spend the first night together washing the dishes after dinner—Yunho washing and Jaejoong popping the bubbles in the air beside him. Yunho wears a half-smile on his face as he glances at Jaejoong out of the corners of his eyes, secretly wishing his heart isn’t popping along to the beats of the broken bubbles. What does it mean to like? Jaejoong smiles promises at him and Yunho blinks hopes back. I-I don’t know, but I know what it means to love. Jaejoong laughs but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes, and Yunho thinks it must be the trick of the light. You can’t even tell me the meaning of ‘like’ and you want to try the hard stuff like ‘love’?


Jaejoong doesn’t kiss him, Yunho doesn’t kiss him back, except it feels like he is. My definition of love is you.









I want you to break and bleed so you can understand.

I… don’t love, but with you, I—

Is your heart breaking?

Maybe.

Will you always sing for me?

Definitely, maybe.










That’s the furthest Yunho will push for a confession, at least, for now. But he thinks Jaejoong has told him more than he needs to hear anyway, because love, for him, is loud like whispers of promises, soft like laughter that carries heartaches away with the wind; is as clear as abstract art is to him. And Yunho knows, very clearly, that no one can possibly spell love like Jaejoong does.


Jaejoong sings again, Yunho breaks some more, but... their love isn’t so tragic anymore. Maybe.















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A/N: I believe this flowed a little bit better than the previous one. Then again, I didn't use a prompt for this one so I didn't have any ground basis to work with, just my scattered thoughts and ideas :P It's rather abstract in a way, but I suppose I was aiming for that. Ask for the vague interpretation if you want but I'd rather you decipher it as you will.

Also, many many thanks to hell_angel_v2 for encouraging me to post this because then, maybe it wouldn't have seen the light of day. Comment for encouragement? It would mean a lot if you leave me some feedback :D