I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. this is a a yoonkai drabble for candice (thecandice) because i sort of promised her i would write. i wrote this like last week but i couldn't find any muse to continue with this. so here it is -- completed as a drabble, uncompleted as a story.

will this ever be done? i don't know, that's why it's a blogpost.

/prays i don't disappoint/

summary: time may break them apart, but worlds never will. [summary if i were to have written a full story um]

it's time that breaks them apart.

it starts with them seeing each other lesser and lesser. jongin says he has dance classes to go to, yoona says she has classes to attend. on friday nights, jongin goes over to baekhyun's house to watch the freshly aired episodes of this melodrama that's been raving reviews from all around the country. yoona doesn't like melodramas, and so she lets him have alone time connecting with his inner self.

 the hands that lace the both of them together slowly loosens.

when they do meet, it's for activities like watching a movie or scrolling by the beach - all cliche but not uninteresting, all mundane but not tiring. jongin continues to buy her red roses on her birthday and special occasions. yoona smiles and says her thanks, but her smile never really quite reaches up to her eyes like it had once before. when she reaches home, she proceeds to hang the bouquet of flowers upside down, to drain it of its water and to preserve the beauty in terms of pressed petals and dried-up stalks.

they say that red roses symbolise everlasting love, but when love is all but sincere promises and open minds - when it's all pressed up and dried 'til you can't squeeze anything out anymore - what's there to yearn forever for?

the drift is inevitable. jongin sees it in yoona's eyes, when he's blabbering on about his upcoming dance presentation and she looks like she's listening but she really isn't, she's staring into a screen projected at his face and many a times, jongin wonders if the screen plays back the dozens of memories they've made together. jongin feels it in yoona's touches, when he clasps her fingers in his and they're cold and unbending and unfeeling. she doesn't lean into him for warmth anymore, and her footsteps are a tad faster than how it used to be. most of all, jongin knows it in yoona's words, when she talks about her future and how she's going to be a great teacher, she'll be the next mother teresa and raise eleven cats. he notices that there is no 'we' in her speech, only 'i'.

and that is why jongin accepts his fate when she calls him to a quiet cafe to break up. i think we've got too many conflicting interests, we're not suited for each other, i love you jongin, i really do, but i don't think we'll work out.

jongin looks at her throughout. her bronze curls bounce on her shoulders, framing her petite face nicely. yoona blinks too many times in a minute and fumbles through her whole break up speech, pausing when the words get stuck in and when her palms get sweaty. even when she's done, her doe eyes peer into his own to seek approval of her decision, uncertainty clouding her normally clear orbs.

rain starts to descend upon the ground, starting out as innocent pitter patter and then end up muffling the sounds of the bustling city. jongin only finds it laughable that yoona's dumping him and the grey skies are crying for him.

he hasn't told her his answer.

the slight croak jongin's voice gives out betrays him when he says okay, i respect your decision. he doesn't dare to say anymore, lest he regrets his words and shove them back down his throat. but yoona isn't dumb. she purses her lips in worry, eyes flickering to his every few seconds, as if wanting to say something. but she doesn't.

the cafe is silent. a flash of lightening passes through the skylines and a roll of thunder cackles.

it feels like eternity has passed when yoona places her hands on top of his tightly clenched ones. "i still love you," she whispers, to the boy she had once shared her heart and its secrets with. to the boy she had once shouted out her love for, for the winds to carry away to the world and beyond.

the wind's moved to far away for the both of them to grasp onto anymore.

when she leaves the cafe with jongin left behind, he still feels traces of her warmth and comfort shadowing his hands. her last declaration of love, it is.

his throat is clenched with words unspoken. jongin doesn't cry, not because he wants to be manly, but because he loves yoona. he loves the im yoona he's known for four years, he loves the im yoona who never tries to be perfect, he loves the im yoona whose smiles crash upon his still heart like the ocean waves from within.

he loves her, he wants the world for her, and if this makes her happy, then let it be.

that rainy sunday afternoon, jongin throws away all his "i love you"s and "stay with me"s into the drain, letting it flow down into the rivers and oceans, never to be heard of or seen again.

[cries please don't laugh at me i haven't written yoonkai in months]