Dislodged
A/N: wow i’m quite nervous since this is my first fic on this blog and i didn’t edit it yet.. taggin @fvckmyg and @jungkookjpeg bc they wanted me too and ily guys for the support ;-;
pairing: reader x kiseok
summary: he didn’t know how to cope with life once you got out of his
genre: angst
word count: 802
warning: mentions of a dead reader
“Kiseok,” the way his name came out of your mouth made it feel like it was an everyday thing and he loved the sound of it. But, it was only his imagination that had woken him up. The sun blazing through the curtains that would try to keep it from beaming in was a fail as it had shone brightly onto his lids. The empty bedside next to him was a sign of reality because you weren’t there.
It was like any other day, monotonous filled with tedium. Sparing glances around his room as he sighs, the frames filled with memories weren’t to be considered as happiness because they were all pictures of you. A fragment of his subconsciousness that he wanted to leave alone. He was already suffering enough without your presence, what else could he have done? An I miss you comes out of his mouth as he drags his fingers against the dusty frame. His thoughts drowning him as they were filled with you.
Everyday was nonstop thinking, to the point where he couldn’t cope with work anymore that he had to take time off. If his own co-workers/best friends couldn’t save him, what could? He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold onto the thoughts of you any longer, he was still young and many more fish in the sea were to come. But he didn’t want that, all he yearned for was you. To be able to bring his arms around you, pulling you closer towards his chest so that you could hear his heart thumping just for you. Missing the feeling of your touch against his skin, making that certain spot turn hot in mere seconds. All the butterflies you gave him no longer there, he felt empty without you. As if you had taken half of him with you.
He knows that no matter what he does now can’t bring you back, but there’s always that one optimistic thought. He’s sitting there on the bed, hands beside him as he’s in thought. Everything in the room around him was just a reminder of his love for you, never fading although he wishes it would.
The day he knew you were gone, he tried to dump everything into the trash, but failed miserably. The second the objects were near to touching the rim of the bin, he began to become blinded with tears. The floor met with a heap of memories he no longer wanted to keep, yet he couldn’t just chuck them away. This was his reality and he obviously couldn’t bare it.
Hands ruffling against his hair as he’s stuck in thought because all he can do is imagine how’d it be if you were still here. He’s desperate and he knows it. Without you here he feels detached, dejected and he doesn’t know what to do.
The picture that stands upright in plain sight makes his heartache but he can’t help but smile. The way you’re displayed so brightly is an image that will never leave his mind no matter what he tries. A ring accompanies the vacant apartment, the noise vibrating between the walls and doors as he reads the name under the caller id; Sunghwa. Another sigh escapes from his lips, shutting his eyes hoping that the beeping will go away.
“Hello, you’ve reached Kiseok and I at an unavailable time please leave a message when you hear a beep,” your voice echoes throughout the room. His breathing hitches a bit at the sound of it, something he thought he wouldn’t hear for awhile. His grip tightening against the sheets as he couldn’t bare it anymore.
“Hyung? Kiseok, are you there? Everyone’s worried about you. We hope to see you at work soon. Please come back, you can’t be like this. It’s been months and y/n wouldn’t want you like this,” Sunghwa’s call is delivered to his ears but everything comes in one and goes out the other. He knows that the younger man is right, but he doesn’t want it that way.
As he continues with the message, Kiseok abruptly ends the call by throwing the phone towards the other end of the room. “Enough with this,” he tells himself in a whispered tone. Standing against his door, the door that separates him from the real world because he doesn’t want to face the fact that you’re dead. Turning around as his back is now against the door dragging himself down with his legs stretched out in front of him.
Everywhere he looked was just a pained recollection for him, your face everywhere as there was no possible way for him to rid of you in his memory. You were burned deeply inside of him because you were his one and only, his everything, his y/n.