#p;confessions

[rkxsooyoung]

my confessions—*

@taeminrk​

the guilt has been eating at her since the debut concept for eclipse was announced and she was in it; after the initial surprise (and shock) wore off, sooyoung’s thoughts nearly immediately went to her brother. sure, taemin made his decision about whether or not to leave for sphere’s project, but knowing that the boys who made it there would definitely debut, and now knowing that instead of boy group, kt is working on a girl group, sooyoung hesitates to think that it might be causing more resent than he’s prepared to admit (or even show).

this is what she gets for waiting to actually talk to him; for hesitating to confide in one person she knows would keep secrets for her. because now it seems almost as if it would be rubbing her debuting with half the time under her belt in his face.

so when she does gather the courage to to talk to him, it’s when everyone should be packing up to go home for the night, though she thinks she can safely assume that for taemin, that won’t be anytime soon. 

“hey.... can we talk?” she starts casually, though the hesitancy and nervousness can be easily identified in her tone. her training bag drops from her shoulder to the floor as she leans against the wall. “it’s probably overdue but better late than never, right?” a laugh follows, though they both know that dry humor is only something akin to a coping mechanism in not-so-great conversations. 

it’s not that sooyoung doesn’t want to talk- she does, but everything in her calls for her to continue putting it off; she doesn’t like the hard conversations, the ones that are all seriousness and no joking or ease. without talking to him, she can’t ease herself of the burden of guilt (that she’s probably created on her own) from the idea of debuting before the person that inspired her to sign on with the company in the first place.

[kibumrk]

confessions \ taekey

kibum stands in the hallway of his and youngjae's apartment, looking over to where he can see the back of his best friend's head. taemin is sitting on the couch, looking down at something in his lap, though kibum can't tell if it's his phone or a magazine or a book or something else entirely. he figures it doesn't matter much, anyway.

something's been bothering him since taemin came to stay. he knows that after taemin left the dance crew, he was in the hospital for a while, but the younger had never told him what the reason was. key himself hadn't even admitted that he'd been in the hospital, let alone the reasons for it.

all his curiosity and concern for taemin aside, kibum also doesn't like keeping secrets from the ones he cares about -- he never has. for now, the only ones who know that he was even in the hospital are jinki and hyoyeon, and he doesn't even think they know the full reason for it. because of this, he figures it's high time he admits his secrets to his friends, starting with taemin.

with a deep breath, kibum walks into the living room, silently feeling thankful that youngjae isn't home. "taemin?" he asks, walking over and sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

he's never liked beating around the bush, so he takes a deep breath before letting everything out in one breath. "after you left the dance crew i attempted suicide and was in the hospital for a month."

[mia--phoenix]

Confessions || Mia + Wes

Mia threw the Blackberry at her white bedroom wall violently but parts of the message were already burnt into her mind: Sweet little Mia.... It's pitiful really... Daddy issues, boyfriend troubles, how you were turned, any of those work darling... If you don't talk I will... -C. 

Pushing out of bed, she hurriedly shrugged off the tangled duvet before heading into the bathroom. Gripping the edge of the sink, she looked up and stared at her reflection in the mirror, sure that if she'd fed her cheeks would be flushed crimson with anger.

After a shower she stalked to the fridge, in only a grey shirt and underwear, even though it was the late afternoon, and yanked open the door to retrieve a donor bag filled with stinky, second hand blood. She didn't even heat it in the microwave before tearing it open with her teeth and draining it dry. Only when she'd thrown the crinkled plastic in the sink did she notice the door bell ringing. "Shit!"