one last time ◦
@orbitum continued from here
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time slows as yuki leans forward, nails digging into the fabric of the other’s jeans. it stops altogether as the world around them ceases to exist. there is no sound, no movement: only them. they are separated by mere centimeters, and from this distance yuki could count the long lashes that fan the other’s eyes. and his eyes. he’s tempted to remain trapped in this moment, and give everything for a single lifetime spent gazing into those golden orbs.
“just,” his eyes flutter shut, “one last time.”
their lips touch and planets collide.
it takes only a week to feel an entire lifetime of regret.
or at least it does when you’re park jason, and you break up with the one person you’ve loved more than any other in your entire life, just because he lives in korea and you’re from freaking australia - too young and broke to relocate yourself to his bedroom or something of the sort.
still, there’s only so many weeks (and consequent lifetimes of regrets) he can sit through before it gets too much. especially when his flight home is the next day and he can’t bear to leave without seeing yuki one last time.
apparently seeing includes touching, and holding, and kissing, as he realises about five seconds after those words have already left him. but that doesn’t stop him the least bit from reaching out, pulling in, bringing yuki closer to him like he has been wanting to do for weeks.
a part of him wonders why the hell they broke up in the first place, the other part answers ‘because you were being shitty.’ he tries to drown out the latter part as much as he can. it usually works. same as now, when he’s too focused on those eyes, nose, lips, ..
lips. beautiful lips that he could kiss all day every day and never grow tired of them. he knows because that’s what he used to do. sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever be able to kiss any other lips again in his life - if any will ever compare. sometimes he wonders if he needs a goddamn smack over the head to come to his senses.
any previous excuses become moot points as yuki gives in and jason instantly makes use of the permission by closing the last remaining distance. their lips touch, like they were made for it, like it is their natural state of being to fit together. his eyes close, his mind shuts off, he loses himself in the feeling. there is nothing like breathing in the scent of this boy and tasting him on his lips, nothing like the way all of them seems to fit so perfectly together, like they were made for each other. he allows himself to believe that for as long as it lasts.
his fingers run over the fabric of yuki’s sweater, clinging onto it after a moment, pulling him in further. he does not want to let anything stop this moment, keep him from holding the boy close, like trying to keep either of them from ripping out his heart and ending him altogether. what he had thought would be a short kiss spreads out over aeons of time, then suddenly ends after what feels like only the blink of an eye when the sound of keys being turned in the lock reaches him.
it’s automatic, the way he pulls back from the kiss, startled, panting slightly, eyes focused on the door, ready to roll right out of the bed if they would hear the sound of footsteps closing in on the door of yuki’s bedroom. a habit from the time when they would lay there kissing more often. this time, however, he is reluctant to move away further, afraid that if he lets go it’ll be over forever.
as if it isn’t already.
he slowly turns his head back to look at the other boy despite the threat of discovery, their faces mere centimeters apart yet again, and breathes through slightly parted lips at the sight of yuki so close. lips slightly more red from the kissing, face flushed much like his own. so. incredibly. handsome.
he doesn’t realise he speaks until the words hang heavy in the air between them.
“i love you.”