Catch me, catch me, catch (1/1)

"...And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."― Neil GaimanLuhan. Yoona. Catch me, catch me, catch me.  The idea comes to Yoona on one of her lie-in Sunday mornings with Luhan, when he tells her that if she ever planned to jump off a bridge, he would be waiting for her at the bottom, ready to catch her.Now she's standing on the hot wood of a bridge that connects the land on either side of a river, toes curled over the edge, almost ten feet in the air. Luhan is yelling at her, telling her that she's crazy, but she doesn't hear anything that he says, only focuses on the way his arms are outstretched despite the fact that he had told her he wasn't going to do this.Terrible liar, he is. *** "You would?" A high giggle escapes her lips, one that makes him chuckle a little. "Sure," comes Luhan's reply. His lips curve in that half-not-there smile, and Yoona thinks that he looks like a doll with frozen features. He's beautiful. "I'd catch you." "What if I fell too fast?""No one falls too fast." He buries his head in her hair, though there's no point smelling it, really, because they smell the same. It's been like that for a while. "And anyway, if you were to fall