it’s so overwhelming, standing around so many tipsy bodies awaiting for the new year and just not giving up the nonsense chatter. gratifying as it was, minsung is used to it. because this is what fame does to you and he can’t give it up, not now, not when he’s at its peak. so he dismisses the feeling of something missing and smiles from ear to ear and talks even more nonsense until he senses a weight of sorts. the unmistakeable cutting edge prickling the nape of your neck; a stare. his stare. at that moment, minsung feels his mind collapse around him as he turns away without a word.
how can you feel so much in so little time and not die ?
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the silence behind his words flares the furnace in his chest. exhaustion, exhaustion, exasperation / he wants to argue but he cannot — this is his fault and his fault alone. he ran on a hibernated injury and awoke what should’ve been dead by now, and now he was attempting to abandon the responsibility of it, but hyungsoo didn’t have enough fingers to point the blame because no matter what they all pointed right back to him / no mirror, just sin. there was a reason guilt was part of the seven deadly.
but so was pride.
so what now? he knew very well that it was a mistake, that he’d been fallacious in his act of self-defense, that he did nothing more than do exactly what he prayed he wouldn’t / by god, he never wanted to hurt minsung, he wanted anything but. he figured that if he hurt, then his love wouldn’t have to — delusional. but what good would this knowledge do, now that he’d already pulled apart their connection muscle fiber by muscle fiber until it all unraveled like some sick gift. it was one they never wanted but it was better than coal, right? ( answer: wrong. coal would keep your hearts warm. this, this just ripped them out / congratulations. )
god, i can never get anything right / at least you’ve noticed that.
of course. minsung’s eyes bore into him and he grieves the warmness in his eyes, mourns whatever affection there had been prior to this time. he wished he’d savored the sweetness of his voice that had existed beyond this empty one. perhaps the alcohol has gotten to best of us / no, just you. and it was true — alcohol might not freeze but it does burn — oh, god, does it burn.
let’s not forget why this happened, kid. hyungsoo could never! how wretched he had become, to run and to run and to say that he had good intentions all the while. he would’ve been kinder to say he’d done it in cold blood! / but oh, oh how he dreaded the responsibility that came with it. he’d even dare to say that was horrified by it, by the weight of the death of their relation he so greatly tried to avoid.
so he turned away from it. soo-ah knew no better than to shove the responsibility elsewhere, elsewhere / not everything can be my fault, right? oh, but it can be — and at this point, it sure as hell would be.
‘ you don’t owe me an explanation, and i don’t owe you anything either. and we leave it all there ‘ / but that isn’t what hyungsoo remembered. ‘ and we leave it all at that ‘ is not what they had ever practiced. the kisses, the moans / they were never left just as that — they were always so much more, always so fucking heavy and emotional and perhaps he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when those emotions began, but he wasn’t so blind as to pass off that they were there to begin with. the shy touches and the confident pecks, their love was anything but invisible / they could ignore an elephant in a room but they weren’t able to ignore the space it took up. at least, hyungsoo could not — he tried, by lucifer, did he try — but maybe it was much easier for minsung to do so, maybe that elephant was nothing more than another lamp in the room, the lightbulb all burnt out.
don’t ask that question.
‘ did you ever love me? ‘
oh, you fucking imbecile.
a breath, at most a whisper, but, low and behold, the words had come out / there was no turning back now. it was truly fascinating, how absolutely, utterly, and incredibly imprudent hyungsoo could be — after all this time, that was what he wanted to say? there were a million and one things he could say to minsung, to explain himself, to apologize for the pain he inflicted and ignored and bedded in this man’s home.
how could i have done this to him?
i tried to tell you, asshole.
ballistic, deranged, inhumane / he flopped back onto the couch and grieved, bemoaned. he’d really done it this time, hyungsoo had done it all. he had loved, he had killed, he had betrayed , he had abandoned, at this point he might as well be a cheater on top of it all — pinjui, dear, you knew, didn’t you? of course he did. it wasn’t intentional, i didn’t know! it’s alright, kid. don’t beat yourself up over the wrong things. i’m so sorry. — he couldn’t dare let that poor boy’s pain go to waste.
what was that?
‘ i’m so sorry, minsung ’
and there it was, the apology. muffled by the meat of his palms, face buried in them as he heaved out the regret from his system. ‘ alright? it’s good that i’m alright? is that what it looks like to you? ‘ at this point, hyungsoo can’t help but to laugh. after all of this, how could he not? — being alright was far out of his reach now / it was a stranger to him.
‘ there’s no way i could be okay. i should be, right? i did this to myself, to you. to — to us. ’ he shook his head. ‘ i don’t expect you to forgive me after this— ‘ uh, no shit? you don’t even deserve to be speaking to him right now. — god, just let me apologize already.
watch it, asshole, this is my world / not yours.
‘ you didn’t have any reason to wait for me, hell, you tried to reach out and i still shot you down. this, this is my fault.
‘ i’m, afraid that i may be cursed,
— or some other, dumb bullshit —
you know about them, right? ‘
hyungsoo doesn’t want to mention them / he so desperately doesn’t want to say their names, doesn’t want to acknowledge it. but he must if there is even the slightest chance of rekindling what he had destroyed, hyungsoo would have to clear their names of his malintent. ‘ tae minyoung, pinjui chang. certainly you know of jui, don’t you?
‘ i used to come over when, things happened, yeah? those days i was beat up, bleeding and aching, i came to you because i didn’t want him to witness that. pinjui was my boyfriend, almost a year and a half ago, now. you heard of his name on the news, probably / he died in an accident. ‘ the words left him in a hurry, almost as if he were jogging up a few flight of stairs. god, this hurts / yeah, it hurt jui too, it hurt minyoung — you better hope it doesn’t hurt minsung as much.
‘ five years ago, two cars crashed into one another on a mountain side, just near mungyeon— ‘ at this point, he was almost choking on the words, slurring them as he grumbled them out / he couldn’t remember the last time he mentioned minyoung to anyone but taemin — but that writer was out for his life when he mentioned his past lover. and rightfully so / not only did hyungsoo’s betrayal kill minyoung, but it almost killed taemin in the heat of minyoung’s own feverish infidelity. hyungsoo was responsible for more than two lost lives and he knew it, he knew it well — the most he could’ve done for pinjui was hide it / he musn’t have to hold his burden with him. but with minsung, hyungsoo may not have a choice.
maybe i should just leave — for once, i think i agree with you. ‘ one car swerved into the wall of the mountain — one death. the other one, drove off the cliff, another dead and one comatose,’ a lump in his throat. this was wrong, so wrong / but there was no choice.
‘ the driver of the car that went off the cliff was drunk, high — just, under the influence of so many things. the name of that driver, was tae minyoung. the same tae minyoung that was my first, ‘ can i really say it out loud? — at this point, you better ; i’ve already written 1,377 words for you to. ‘ he was my first boyfriend. he was the reason i left my family in the first place, the reason i went still go through so much therapy and doctor visits.
‘ i was afraid that if we continued, to be — ‘ hyungsoo finally looks at minsung, trying his best to read the face he had seen so many times / but whatever expression that lay on that pretty skin of his now, was not one he’d ever seen before. ‘ whatever it was that we were before all of this, that you would — ‘ he grumbled again / im a fucking idiot — lmao, yeah.
‘ i didn’t want you to end up like them. i avoid buses, and cars, and anything with wheels as often as i can / i was afraid that if you ————— if i admitted to loving you, that you would end the same way as they did. ’
i would like to make a sincere apology for my absence. my mental health is not quite great right now and my motivation has dropped harshly, and jonghyun’s death is taking a big toll on me again. i will return soon, but i just need some time to recover and care for myself. i will see you all soon.
yo!!! so, i finally fuckin finished hyungsoo’s relationship page ( with the exception of one part, but i have to talk to mary for that one ) but for now you can read it here!!! this said, i’m finally done cleaning up hyungsoo’s outdated information, so now, the real shit starts
hey there!!! i had some time this morning so i tweaked my rules a bit! everything is pretty much up to date with it & there wasn’t a major change or anything so if you read it recently you shouldn't have to again ! however, there is one important thing i did add regarding my formatting!! before i clarify, i will say this: i do realize that formatting can be really confusing & hard to read sometimes!! so please let me know if you need it explained/altered so it can be simpler, i’ll happily accommodate it! anyway, here’s what i added:
from this point on, because my writing style has changed as well as my formatting style, in my responses/drabbles, anything that is only bolded like this is myself, the mun, speaking . so, yes, i’m breaking the fourth wall quite often. that shit doesn’t exist in my house. & hyungsoo is dumb as all hell most of the time so i have to yell at him ( & it gives me a good laugh tbh. ) anything that is both underlined & italicized like this are hyungsoo’s thoughts! if there’ s any confusion with this ( which i’m sure there will be because even i got confused with my own shit lmao ) please ask about it! that’s all for this morning!
‘ hyungsoo. ’
‘ yeah? ’
‘ this isn’t just another
friday night, is it? ’
silence.
‘ this is real, isn’t it? ’
a shuffle as the bed sheets
were pushed away.
‘ we’re not drunk again /
this isn’t what it was before. ’
‘ minsung. ’
‘ yeah? ’
‘ you’re right.
we don’t get drunk to do this anymore. ’
‘ what does that mean? ’
‘ i— i don’t know.’
but he knows.
it were never a secret between them, the attraction / it was a reality, & they ignored it the way many people ignore toxicity within communities in fear of breaching the security that they relied on. the two men maneuvered around it as if it were another piece of furniture in the room, another lamp waiting to be turned on when they needed it but until now, they’ve always kept that lamp unplugged / they’ve always removed the bulb. they had mentioned the attraction once before, jokingly in the morning light of the coffee shop just down the street, & they’d gotten quiet, cold hands wringing around their warm cups — it had been minsung that said something that time, too, & the guilt that flooded hyungsoo left him stuttering to start a different conversation up — his love may have killed minyoung & pinjui, but hyungsoo would be damned if he lost minsung to it as well. even if neither of them drove, even if they rarely took busses, hyungsoo wasn’t keen on trying it. he wouldn’t love minsung, he couldn’t, because minsung was someone soo-ah needed more than he needed love.
& minsoo didn’t bring it up again, not for a long time. a winter passed, a spring arose, & summer warmed their hearts until autumn turned the air on / that was when minsung mentioned their activities again. it hadn’t occurred to hyungsoo when they stopped drinking so much in each other’s company, or when they stayed for days in the other’s place instead of hours / he didn’t notice how poorly he slept in his dorm with the bed to himself, or how the café barista’s gave him concerned looks when he walked in alone. hyungsoo ignored all of the signs, all of the little habits they’d picked up around one another, he pushed away all of the ways they had learned to care for one another.
hyungsoo left the bed that night. he left it & he didn’t say goodbye before he exited the building, he didn’t pick up the phone when minsung’s name showed up on it, he didn’t dare look at the messages. hyungsoo wanted to shut every fond emotion of minsung out & instead tunnel into his training, his studies, his music. he felt disappointed with himself for daring to go off the track he’d set for himself, one he’d suffered for so long for. he wouldn’t be able to date in the industry, he wouldn’t be able to speak to who he wanted in the industry, he wouldn’t be able to be gay in the industry, & he had to get into the habit of not steering towards those things. hyungsoo should’ve known better than to let this get so far.
( but, if not after minyoung, if not after pinjui, hyungsoo still didn’t learn,
what made him think his profession would give him the smack in the face? )
he stayed put for months / winter passed & spring brought new life but it failed to bring new sense into hyungsoo. he lived in the studio & his vacation were lectures, his notebooks scribbled with music notes & lyrics & the occasional ‘ during a period of internal strife, in the taebong kingdom, four generals of gung ye, a much hated tyrant, met in secret and overthrew his throne. ’ hyungsoo returned to the cold, distant soo-ah he’d been before minsung, the one that had loved pinjui & hurt minyoung & wanted nothing more than to live peacefully in the practice room. minsung was void in this version of hyungsoo, but that was just the way he meant for it to be.
‘ but isn’t that too cruel? ’ you may ask — & it was, not only to minsung but himself as well, to no one’s surprise / he woke up panting & covered in sweat periodically, & hands wandering looking for minsung the alarm clock ( same damn thing, kid, his moans certainly woke you up well enough / hyungsoo wouldn’t admit to that. ) he dazed off in class thinking about the details of his favorite coffee, he tumbled over his own legs day dreaming about being in between his, every notion of his was followed by minsung &, oh, for god’s sake, hyungsoo, go the fuck back to him & stop being a baby — i can’t do that. i’m going to hurt him. but wasn’t that true for anyone? — to live & to love is to hurt & to hurt, yourself & those around you alike. life was nothing but bruising & bone snapping & the only way to enjoy it was to make something pretty & sweet out of it—————
—————at least, that’s what those with nothing but the definition of depression & trauma to go by would say, but hyungsoo wasn’t that fucking stupid. that ‘look at the bright side’ trick was bullshit from start to finish because, while you’re at it, you might as well tell someone who’s blind to open their eyes.
however, none of the setbacks he faced deterred him. hyungsoo would suffer the same way he had when he lost minyoung & he would he rather this than risk minsung’s life, because with every thought of minsung, came the burn of salted ice on his heart. he didn’t dare step any further than the first step to minsung’s door, only ever lingering at the building itself, as if there was a barrier that kept the two of them alive & well — & there was, there is / & it was all the two of them could cling to. they had nothing but this, what they’d broken so often before, a barrier that was dying so rapidly. that barrier they kept was no different than that in the sea / the reef was feeding them, housing them, keeping them safe — & they were the first to ruin it.
but, you see, a hydraulic press made sure that hyungsoo’s love fondness for minsung was torn into shreds day in & day out, & hyungsoo wasn’t too keen on finding the pieces to remold it, no matter now desperate he got or how blue his balls had become. after all, prostitutes & crazy fans weren’t too hard to find, especially for idols in training.
( yet, he wouldn’t admit, he kept every last shred fisted tightly in his palm,
red little crescents on his skin — for safe keeping, perhaps /
he could weave noose. )
it was a year before they clashed into one another. ( only a year? that can’t be right. — only a year. it felt like decades to you, but that’s what happens when you love someone; you miss them. — i don’t love him. i won’t love him. — now you’re just getting on my nerves, man. ) hyungsoo knew it couldn’t have been helped — how could he have known that his friends had come to know minsung? — but it still pissed him off, to be standing dead in front of the bottles of alcohol / to be standing, overwhelmed, in front of minsung at the new years party.
& what was worse is that, above all the trouble he went through to forget him, hyungsoo still gravitated towards him; he still wanted to hold minsung’s face & smother it, smother him / hyungsoo still cared for minsung whether he was present or not & the frustration of it crushed his cup in his hands, even as minsung turned away from him without so much of a smile.
his hands reeked & dripped, but hyungsoo still didn’t understand /
did minsung’s hand slip from his?
‘ minnie— ‘
why didn’t he turn around?
oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re actually asking that —
you fucking left him, asshole. what’d you expect?
it was a shock. no shit. hyungsoo didn’t understand. what the fuck don’t you understand. hyungsoo was the one avoiding minsung, it wasn’t supposed to be the other way around / holy mother of hell , you can’t be serious. a throb in the back of his head burst, as if he were flicked ( fucking idiot ) & hyungsoo only stared, his arm outstretched like a goddamned imbecile.
wasn’t this what you wanted? god, no, i wanted to protect him.
jesus christ, what is it with these characters & wanting to protect everyone.
the look on minsung’s face haunted him, as if it were the memory of light after the switch had been flipped off, imprinting into his brain when it wasn’t there anymore, taunting him / daunting. but there was no record scratch to send him back in time to fix his mistake, no frozen frame — hyungsoo wouldn’t be able to just say ‘yup, that’s me. you’re probably wondering how i ended up in this situation’ & tell his view to minsung, to beg for forgiveness & hope that his dick could make up for it. he would suck it up, because this is what he wanted. he wanted to walk away from whatever it was that hyungsoo felt for minsung. this was the path that he had believed would keep them safe, & this had been what he yearned for / what a celebration he could have now.
that is, if he wasn’t double the dumbass he already was, for the same night minsung turned his back on him was the same night hyungsoo came rapping at his door, knuckles bloody & burning & a bite that reeked of alcohol / the door frame wouldn’t be the only thing stained, from now on.
but the sight he was faced with was much worse than that he met at the party, for had it been half as bad as it was in his eyes now, at least they had been dressed, skin clear of markings & hair fixed nicely — it took a moment for hyungsoo to process the body in front of him without thinking with the wrong head / yet the moment there were hands & lips taking up the surface area of minsung’s skin that didn’t belong to him, hyungsoo entirely let his hands take charge, reaching out to drag the unknown, undressed man out the door without hesitation & smashing his fist into his jaw before he could even process the questions minsung targeted him with, ones they were both thinking; the first being what the hell he was here for, the next one———
‘ WHAT THE FUCK, HYUNGSOO? ‘
NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTHING.
‘ QUIT IT HYUNGSOO, STOP!! LEAVE HIM ALONE! ‘
JUST BONES CRACKING PAIN, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD.
‘ SOO-AH!!! ‘
sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, sobbing, it wasn’t me, it’s not me.
it should be / & there’s hands clawing at his shoulders, shaking shoving past, trying to help the injured man but he’s already leaving, already escaping. he can’t see it, hyungsoo’s stumbling back into the wall, unsure if he’s dizzy because of adrenaline or because of the tears or the alcohol, god, why the fuck did i drink so much alcohol? it’s all swirls & shapes when hyungsoo begins to fall to the ground, too uncoordinated to even keep himself upright & for a minute he thinks minsung is just going to leave him there, since he goes back into his apartment without a word / the blanket hit his head with a soft thump & his body feels like fucking lead when he gets dragged up through the door, shoved at the couch.
when the lights turned on at nearly noon, there was nothing to be said.
but, fuck, did he have a lot to yell about. he & minsung both, fuming as soon as they set sight on one another / the first breath was one of fire & the fire department was anything but aware of their current quarrel. the bridges that had iced over during their silence were now burning in fervor, without any hope of rekindling, & the rage their voices carried lulled them into heaving tension when their lungs couldn’t handle the weight of it.
hyungsoo’s voice is the one that cracked first, a sizziling fireplace in the middle of winter, ‘ why couldn’t you just wait!! i couldn’t do it, i panicked! so what’s you excuse? why the fuck don't you care about any of this, huh?
’ i tried my fucking best, & all you did was fuck someone else! ‘
i want to make something clear. originally, hyungsoo’s story line was made to be currently with his second boyfriend, pinjui, of who he would be living with. however, I've altered it to accommodate some recent changes, & now, well, pinjui is fuckin dead y’all. he died in a car crash like minyoung did, & tbh that’s that. so like, a fuck load more trauma for hyungsoo, but as far as currently, minsung & hyungsoo have a bit of a complicated relationship. that’s all i got
well,,,, i certainly never thought i would return here. however, I've decided to revive this blog ( at least for awhile ) since i’m reviving cheng’s blog, so i’ll be altering a lot of stuff here, but as of now, I've updated my rules page! within the next few days, I will also be making alterations to hyungso’s character & explaining some character development that has taken place. i’m excited to see you guys again!!!
2: Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
hyungsoo is happy with what he’s doing. maybe not with himself entirely, but with his job & his school, he’s very happy with it. he’s wanted to do it for a long time & when his parents finally let him it was a really big deal for him.
13: What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?
he loves art. music, paint, dancing -- he really loves art. he works hard as a trainee & he’s pretty damn expressive with it, as he pours everything he has into his music & his dance, even into his studies in art. but, he also loves pinjui & minyoung. he doesn’t show it much, since hes always busy & stressed & occupied, but he does.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dying 👌👌am i late
hyungsoo stared at his illuminated phone in bewilderment / the clock read 3:45 – no surprise to him, of course, just to who was texting. long fingers aim for the device & his conscience is met with a familiar name, the roll of his eyes sparking his fingers into luring out response / there was nothing new with this feat. minsung was one who did this often, apologizing time & time again until the next friday night rolled around.
to: minnie
( txt. ) you always say that when you’re drunk & craving affection, minsung.( txt. ) i’m not coming over to be gay with your ass again.( txt. ) just hurry up & get a boyfriend already.
Just his luck. The one stranger he picks from so many passing by can’t even understand him – this is laughably typical. The prophet immediately snickers to himself, nicotine-stained teeth peeking out from under his lips as he gives the stranger a grin. Should he have figured? Definitely. He has to ponder for a moment whether his questions are important enough for him to try and struggle with the limited amount of other languages he knows. Hikaru already knows his sleep-deprived brain will muddle it all together in between. “Okay, okay, uh … English, then? Korean? Help me out here, buddy,” he says in a mix of both tongues and immediately snickers again. This is too amusing.
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Reaching up, he briefly tousles his own hair, messing its silvery strands up further. There’s never been regret in him for dropping out of school or stopping to attend those few night classes afterwards but now, the prophet can’t help but think that he should have at least endured his language lessons (beyond JSL, anyhow). Oh well, whatever. None of this is gonna matter soon. He sighs softly, eyes sweeping over the stranger’s form expectantly, nonchalantly. Does he care that he disturbed the other’s peace? Not really.
flat / his expression is nothing more, nothing less. hyungsoo had no time to be sarcastic, his work desired all of his attention & he was already risking the little time he had on hand by even SATISFYING the demands of his body. one person who didn’t have the mind to speak the language of the land & act frustrated when he didn’t connect the foreign syllables had no place to put his success in jeopardy / his tongue is chiseled ice as he speaks — dipped in poison / lethal injections with every stab. ❛ korean, ❜ he snaps, eyes leveled on the stranger. ❛ i speak korean, dipshit, since we’re in korea. the hell are you, coming here &wasting my time? what he hell do you want? ❜
fingers drummed to the background song’s tempo, adagietto. even he is unsure as to why the extempore change of plans, inviting hyunsoo to a café without previous thought. if he were to describe themselves, he’d said spontaneous, impromptu, having been in several abrupt meetings. nonetheless, they were the ones he most got to enjoy. hanging out with hyunsoo was like break, a limbo, a grey area, a deep breath. fatigued trapezius, obdurate dropping eyelids, fidgety digits— it came into a halt when accompanied by the other; he enjoyed his presence. even if the bloodstain still hadn’t gone from his door frame.
to: zucchini
txt. i’m already here,
txt. are you far?
txt. bring me something too
his fingers wrapped tightly around the door handle as he tugged it shut harshly. hyungsoo had not issue song out to meet the boy / it was a routine, something they did often. they had similar backgrounds & everything — near IDENTICAL in where they hurt, the two found no issue embarking upon swallowing the nails each other had pierced through their hands / fingers digging into the flesh of his tongue. be it in sexual relation or not, hyungsoo felt compelled to be by minsung’s side when the man desired him to be there / his hands poised to take hold of all the broken pieces of him when he could not hold his own — & minsung did the same. for what it was worth, meeting minsung was no big deal / it was a blessing of sorts; one he, himself, drank in greedily the way icarus drank in the sun’s rays.
but the sun had burned icarus / that much he knew. icarus had soared willing, accepting a GLORIOUS DEFEAT & hyungsoo did the exact same, stuffing sandwhichs & a bottle of vodka into his bag before rushing out — flames licking at his feet soothed only by a concoction of OVERDOSES & distilled alcohol, kissing softly at his neck & whispering give in, baby / don’t leave me. but he will / running across streets & through crowded sidewalks he heaved himself away from the wildfire his heart fed graciously, thirsting for a man that kept it under control better than his own lover ever had. being there was just one of the things he could do for minsung when his blood remained on his door frame — it was all he could do.
hyungsoo stares at minsung from the cafe’s window, his chest rushing to catch up with him.
to: minnie
( txt. ) i’m here too.
( txt. ) i brought everything we need.
( txt. ) look out the window.
HOW ANTAGONISTICALLY PERVERSE . joints crack . “ ah , why’s that ? ‘snt that … masochistic ? submissive ? who taught you that ? you know , being so open ? ” venom on his teeth in punitive rancor . in protracted inner snivel . the ire / acerbity’s inbred , from father’s father through father to virulent son , to grim bark & grimmer bite . vexed maw hail a mouthful of blood , of vindictive animosity , & gulps , swallows for eons . taemin’s fingers grab his hair . push . wall’s dense as it scuff bitten knuckle . “ i fucking do . and what do you do ? what will you do ? fight back ? c’mon , you got money to live for . at least try . lemme see . ”
AH, AH / how nice it was to to feel his jaw split against the brick. it makes him moan, causes his eyes to roll back in bliss / the wall pulsed beneath his hands & hyungsoo laughed into it’s throbbing heartbeat, laughing lusciously over the song of the drugs in his ears — overdosed. there was nothing better than fighting the one man that almost died because of him once before / he never should’ve been with minyoung — he’s mine / he was yours / he still is. ❛ who taught me? who do you think taught me, boy-- he did, minyoung did / who else would it have been? ❜ he snarls, glass shards crunching in his fists as he throws it, generously / THOUGHTFULLY. he was thirsting the pretty sight of blood, one he’d only ever seen between bed sheets & hospital coverings — caked thick on his lips / he still ached to kiss them. ❛ i’ve been fighting back for years, taemin, the both of us have.
❛ & you know what? neither of them are coming back. ❜
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