words: death, grass, empty
"Do you think we would feel the same way?" The raven haired boy asked quietly.
"When?" Yunho asked a bit confused.
"If we were dead."
The wind caressed the grass they laid on, eyes staring at the spots of blue getting lost behind dark gray clouds.
"I don't know."
Jaejoong sighed out audibly at his words, a strand of hair sticking to his lips.
"But I know that If I couldn't love you even in death, I'd die a thousand times more."
Jaejoong chuckled at Yunho's words, his lips stretching into a smile.
Sinking into the soft grass he searched for Yunho's hand in it. Lacing their fingers he closed his eyes just when all the blue vanished.
Somehow at that moment, he felt empty; as if floating on the soft wind.
Somehow all he could feel was Yunho's pulse beating against the skin of his palm as he gripped harder.
Death will have to wait.