"I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere." omfg fluffy/angsty hunhan please ;) p.s. love chu so so much xx
I was going to write this later but I COULDN’T RESIST. (PS, kinda graphic signs of violence? And character death)
Long, red gashes ran across the expanse of Luhan’s chest, digging deep into the pale skin. Blood, startlingly red bubbled up to the surface, soaking through the hem of the torn jeans that rested low on Luhan’s thin hips.
He was shaking, long shuddering breaths being forced through his lungs as his legs struggled not to give away. The rain was a constant drizzle, soaking through his blonde fringe and repeatedly rinsing away the blood that trickled out of the gashes. The rainwater that tumbled down towards the ground was tainted a pretty pink.
Squaring his shoulders, Luhan continued on, legs shaky as he stumbled through the darkening paths through the woods. Shaking from the pain and shivering from the cold, he looked beyond pitiful, head swinging from side to side, searching for a familiar face.
What seemed like hours later, he finally stumbled into a small clearing, the stubble of dark grass peeking out through the marshy ground, and across the clearing, leaning against the tree was another figure.
If Luhan looked pitiful, this figure then looked beyond pathetic. Where Luhan’s chest bore several long gashes, this figure’s chest was completely torn through, just shreds of skin keeping him together.
"Sehun-ah," Luhan cried out distressed before stumbling to the dying boy.
Luhan sank down into the marshy ground, soaked through with blood, careful not to touch Sehun’s wounds, fingers flitting across Sehun’s arm comfortingly as the younger boy whimpered. “Don’t leave me.”
"I’m right here, Sehun-ah," Luhan murmured back, jerking his hands up to wipe away the offending tears. "I’m not going anywhere."
One of Sehun’s calloused fingers reached up, trembling from the exertion to wipe away a stray tear on Luhan’s cheek. “Don’t cry, hyung,”
They stayed like that until sunlight began streaming through the dense foliage. Sehun’s already pale skin lost what little color it possessed while the marshy ground became saturated with red. Luhan’s hands trembled as he stroked Sehun’s forehead, the younger boy burning up, his heartbeat alternating from too-fast to too-slow.
As dawn arrived, what was left of Sehun’s sanity also left, the younger boy crying out in pain and confusion, muttering quietly through his shaking sobs.
Hyung, kiss my boo boos away.
Hyung, it hurts.
Hyung, don’t leave me too.
All Luhan could do was stroke the slowly dying boy’s forehead softly, fingers trying to memorize every single contour of his face.
It’s going to be okay.I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.