Words Are For Some Other Day
Title: Words Are For Some Other Day
Author: mystery
Pairing: ZiKyung
Rating: PG-13/R
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: If I owned them, there’s no way in hell I’d write this half-assed shit about them. I’d film them 24/7.
Warning(s): Self harm, angst
Summary: N/A
Author’s Note: I couldn't sleep and this wouldn't leave me alone.
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Kyung would never forget the day he found Jiho on the bathroom floor with a razor in his hand, a shocked look on his face and a fresh cut on his arm. He'd never forget how the shock morphed into amazement when Kyung dropped onto his knees and grabbed Jiho's wrist, placing his lips against the wound on the leader's forearm. He'd never forget the feeling of the warm, thick liquid against his lips, the metallic taste of it on his tongue as he kissed Jiho's previously unmarred skin over and over.
"Jiho..." he began in a whisper, but he didn't know how to continue so he just continued kissing Jiho's arm. His skin was soft and warm against his lips. The taste of blood gradually vanished and was taken over by Jiho’s own taste as he cleaned his skin with his lips
"Jiho," Kyung whispered again, closing his eyes. He had no words. He didn't even have any tears. Nothing could express how he felt.
Then, finally, Jiho's face crumpled and he collapsed against Kyung, sobbing into his shoulder. Kyung kept silent and just held him. Words were not what Jiho needed now.
"I love you," Kyung whispered hoarsely when Jiho calmed down somewhat. Any other words were for some other time.