Fic: Protect Me (Tragic Waste of Skin 6)
Title: Protect Me (Tragic Waste of Skin 6)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: N/A
Genre: AU, Angst
Warning: Substance abuse; suicidal thoughts; mental illness
Summary: Jaejoong and Jongwoon in Seoul.
A/N: Title borrowed from Protect Me From What I Want by Placebo.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s early morning and it’s freezing outside. You’re drenched in sweat after spending all night fucking and dancing and getting high with some friends you met a few days ago. These days, you go wherever the party is, seeking pleasure (and oblivion).
Jongwoon’s dark eyes are stained by smudged black eyeliner, his hair sticking up from all the times he’s pulled at it throughout the night. You think he’s been crying, but he hasn’t said much tonight. Kneeling in front of you, the knees of his jeans growing damp, he looks the picture of misery.
“I can’t continue watching you kill yourself,” his voice takes a desperate edge you’ve never heard before. “Every day, I pray and pray you won’t overdose or get alcohol poisoning or get murdered by some guy you met in a bar.” He pauses expectantly. You give him nothing.
Jongwoon’s shoulders slump. You sit there, shivering, your teeth chattering, feeling numb.
Your best friend straightens and meets your gaze.
“I’m leaving,” he says. Leaving where, you want to ask, but your voice won’t cooperate. “When we left that place together, I knew it would be hard, but I thought being away from your family would help. Instead…” He heaves a breath that sounds more like a sob. “I love you, you’re my best friend.” And you feel the same way. “But I can’t, I just can’t.”
He leans forward and hugs you tightly. You aren’t sure what he’s going on about, but you lean into it, closing your eyes. He’s like the older brother you never had, the one person you feel absolutely safe with. If he hadn’t helped you leave home, if you didn’t have him, you’d probably be dead.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers in your ear. He presses a kiss to your cheek and lets go. You sit there, watching him walk away.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: N/A
Genre: AU, Angst
Warning: Substance abuse; suicidal thoughts; mental illness
Summary: Jaejoong and Jongwoon in Seoul.
A/N: Title borrowed from Protect Me From What I Want by Placebo.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
It’s early morning and it’s freezing outside. You’re drenched in sweat after spending all night fucking and dancing and getting high with some friends you met a few days ago. These days, you go wherever the party is, seeking pleasure (and oblivion).
Jongwoon’s dark eyes are stained by smudged black eyeliner, his hair sticking up from all the times he’s pulled at it throughout the night. You think he’s been crying, but he hasn’t said much tonight. Kneeling in front of you, the knees of his jeans growing damp, he looks the picture of misery.
“I can’t continue watching you kill yourself,” his voice takes a desperate edge you’ve never heard before. “Every day, I pray and pray you won’t overdose or get alcohol poisoning or get murdered by some guy you met in a bar.” He pauses expectantly. You give him nothing.
Jongwoon’s shoulders slump. You sit there, shivering, your teeth chattering, feeling numb.
Your best friend straightens and meets your gaze.
“I’m leaving,” he says. Leaving where, you want to ask, but your voice won’t cooperate. “When we left that place together, I knew it would be hard, but I thought being away from your family would help. Instead…” He heaves a breath that sounds more like a sob. “I love you, you’re my best friend.” And you feel the same way. “But I can’t, I just can’t.”
He leans forward and hugs you tightly. You aren’t sure what he’s going on about, but you lean into it, closing your eyes. He’s like the older brother you never had, the one person you feel absolutely safe with. If he hadn’t helped you leave home, if you didn’t have him, you’d probably be dead.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers in your ear. He presses a kiss to your cheek and lets go. You sit there, watching him walk away.