Intoxicate
It was unhealthy for him. Kyung knows that. But he doesn’t know how to get rid of this unreturned feelings. He watched, bitterly as everyone take part in spanking their main dancer. He could almost see everything breaking into pieces with each spanked. Creepy, but that’s what he’s feeling.
Staying there hurts too much, their laughter, their smile. Kyung didn’t have the happy scene. Usually, the other laughter was intoxicated to him, it was his addictive. But now its his poison, his killer.
So with quiet and heavy steps, he went to the studio and plop himself down in front of the mixer, staring blankly. But then it start to lead him to over thinking about stupid stuff. The flashback and everything. It makes Kyung mix some emo and sad song. If Jiho was here, he bet it over his dead body that the younger male would make fun of him all day. But what if he is dead? Kyung dead?
He better off dead anyway, Kyung thinks. I’m not his type plays in his mind all the time. It makes his vision blur and hands shake. Oh look, there’s a knife in his hand. The sharp edge seems tempting right now. He brings it close to him and somehow all these thoughts ran through him. He’s not the smartest kid in class for nothing you know.
But you’re not my type. That phases hurts Kyung so much. He never knew words could have such an effect. The world seems to be spinning and Kyung wonders why, because he swear he didn’t drink any alcohol for days. Or maybe someone but a drug in his drink. Mhm..
But then he heard someone yelling. Footstep running.
“Kyung! KYUNG!”
Sounds like Jiho, or Jaehyo or maybe Minhyuk. Who knows really. Kyung can’t see now, his world his dark. And then,
His heart stop.
Staying there hurts too much, their laughter, their smile. Kyung didn’t have the happy scene. Usually, the other laughter was intoxicated to him, it was his addictive. But now its his poison, his killer.
So with quiet and heavy steps, he went to the studio and plop himself down in front of the mixer, staring blankly. But then it start to lead him to over thinking about stupid stuff. The flashback and everything. It makes Kyung mix some emo and sad song. If Jiho was here, he bet it over his dead body that the younger male would make fun of him all day. But what if he is dead? Kyung dead?
He better off dead anyway, Kyung thinks. I’m not his type plays in his mind all the time. It makes his vision blur and hands shake. Oh look, there’s a knife in his hand. The sharp edge seems tempting right now. He brings it close to him and somehow all these thoughts ran through him. He’s not the smartest kid in class for nothing you know.
But you’re not my type. That phases hurts Kyung so much. He never knew words could have such an effect. The world seems to be spinning and Kyung wonders why, because he swear he didn’t drink any alcohol for days. Or maybe someone but a drug in his drink. Mhm..
But then he heard someone yelling. Footstep running.
“Kyung! KYUNG!”
Sounds like Jiho, or Jaehyo or maybe Minhyuk. Who knows really. Kyung can’t see now, his world his dark. And then,
His heart stop.