untitled, kangin/leeteuk.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kangin/Leeteuk
Genre: Angst
Author Notes: not posting this anywhere else, cause I hate it. but yeah. don't read it, srsly. no betaing, no spellchecking, no coherency. just something i felt like writing down cause i've been in a bad mood.
ㄴ as he begins to raise his voice, you lower yours and grant him one last choice. drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you've followed. he will do one of two things, he will admit to everything - or he'll say he's just not the same and you'll begin to wonder why you came.
______________ㄴ the fray - how to save a life.
you feel tears sliding violently down your cheeks but you don't even bother stopping them because you feel so hurt, so betrayed, that you think you can actually feel a piece of -- no, you actually feel your whole heart breaking into thousands of small pieces. he's standing at the bed, slowly packing up a suitcase. you want to scream at him again, want to make him tell you what posessed him to do this, why you couldn't work whatever it was you had, out? but it seems like you lost most of your voice from screaming the first time. he was crying too, more than you've ever seen him cry and it was slightly fascinating, because you've seen him cry so many times you can't even count.
but the volume of what he's done stops you from thinking more about it and the large lump in your throat refuses to leave. you can only sit there on the opposite side of the bed, watching him silently as he packs a bag with his clothes. you screamed for him to leave but you don't really want him to, because you love him. you love him so much that you want to throw up at the feeling that he's leaving. you're shaking but you don't care, you just want answers. answers he can't give you, or won't.
"youngwoon ah," he says, voice full of tears and emotion. just your name from his lips makes you cringe and a few more hot tears sting your already burning eyes, "i love you." he adds, turning to face you with the most miserable expression you've ever seen on his pretty, perfect face. "i hope you'll remember that."
when he leaves the room, it takes you a full five seconds to register it before you jump up and grab the nearest picture frame, smashing it against the now closed door to your shared bedroom.
"it's not the same anymore, we're not the same," he cries into his hands, sunken down to his knees on the floor. "i'm not the same anymore, youngwoon." you hear his voice whisper through tears and you feel your own start to make you whimper, hurriedly wiping them away from your eyes although more just comes and comes and comes like a neverending waterfall.
"jungsoo, god damn it." you try mustering out through your own tears and your emotion constricted throat, leaving you heaving for a breath you can't catch. "if you just would have said something... talked to me..."
you allow yourself to cry, hard and whiny as you sink to the floor, fists hitting the carpet in pent up rage and anguish you didn't know how to express in words. your face feels raw and you're certain your tears are boiling as they roll down your cheeks. you hiccup from crying too hard and grab at the carpet, your knuckles going white in the progress of gripping so hard. you don't notice, however, that he can't move a muscle from outside the door, his hand firmly placed over his mouth to muffle his own cries as he sinks to the floor, his other hand gripping tightly at his bag.
you know that you will never be able to forgive him and because of that, you feel like you've died. your heart being ripped from your chest and crushed violently in his hands. you don't know for how long you've cried, but somehow, you notice he's still in your apartment, right outside the door and you want to go to him, but your body disagrees with you and keeps you there on the floor, whimpering pathetically.
Pairing: Kangin/Leeteuk
Genre: Angst
Author Notes: not posting this anywhere else, cause I hate it. but yeah. don't read it, srsly. no betaing, no spellchecking, no coherency. just something i felt like writing down cause i've been in a bad mood.
ㄴ as he begins to raise his voice, you lower yours and grant him one last choice. drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you've followed. he will do one of two things, he will admit to everything - or he'll say he's just not the same and you'll begin to wonder why you came.
______________ㄴ the fray - how to save a life.
you feel tears sliding violently down your cheeks but you don't even bother stopping them because you feel so hurt, so betrayed, that you think you can actually feel a piece of -- no, you actually feel your whole heart breaking into thousands of small pieces. he's standing at the bed, slowly packing up a suitcase. you want to scream at him again, want to make him tell you what posessed him to do this, why you couldn't work whatever it was you had, out? but it seems like you lost most of your voice from screaming the first time. he was crying too, more than you've ever seen him cry and it was slightly fascinating, because you've seen him cry so many times you can't even count.
but the volume of what he's done stops you from thinking more about it and the large lump in your throat refuses to leave. you can only sit there on the opposite side of the bed, watching him silently as he packs a bag with his clothes. you screamed for him to leave but you don't really want him to, because you love him. you love him so much that you want to throw up at the feeling that he's leaving. you're shaking but you don't care, you just want answers. answers he can't give you, or won't.
"youngwoon ah," he says, voice full of tears and emotion. just your name from his lips makes you cringe and a few more hot tears sting your already burning eyes, "i love you." he adds, turning to face you with the most miserable expression you've ever seen on his pretty, perfect face. "i hope you'll remember that."
when he leaves the room, it takes you a full five seconds to register it before you jump up and grab the nearest picture frame, smashing it against the now closed door to your shared bedroom.
"it's not the same anymore, we're not the same," he cries into his hands, sunken down to his knees on the floor. "i'm not the same anymore, youngwoon." you hear his voice whisper through tears and you feel your own start to make you whimper, hurriedly wiping them away from your eyes although more just comes and comes and comes like a neverending waterfall.
"jungsoo, god damn it." you try mustering out through your own tears and your emotion constricted throat, leaving you heaving for a breath you can't catch. "if you just would have said something... talked to me..."
you allow yourself to cry, hard and whiny as you sink to the floor, fists hitting the carpet in pent up rage and anguish you didn't know how to express in words. your face feels raw and you're certain your tears are boiling as they roll down your cheeks. you hiccup from crying too hard and grab at the carpet, your knuckles going white in the progress of gripping so hard. you don't notice, however, that he can't move a muscle from outside the door, his hand firmly placed over his mouth to muffle his own cries as he sinks to the floor, his other hand gripping tightly at his bag.
you know that you will never be able to forgive him and because of that, you feel like you've died. your heart being ripped from your chest and crushed violently in his hands. you don't know for how long you've cried, but somehow, you notice he's still in your apartment, right outside the door and you want to go to him, but your body disagrees with you and keeps you there on the floor, whimpering pathetically.