lifeless; woosu; pg
Title: Lifeless
Author: towelettepower (@ pokokihcikisik)
Pairing/Focus: Wooyoung/Junsu
Rating: PG
Dedication(s): for pandyu (cos she requested it)
Synopsis: he wakes up to the warmth of the sun dancing on his skin
he sleeps most of the time because what else can he do? he captures the whispers and wails in the silent room and down the hall. sometimes he listens to the television whenever somebody leaves it on. but he doesn't watch it, he doesn't open his eyes, he doesn't move at all because he can't move. it's as if he's paralyzed; he feels numb and cold, however he aches too and it's painful, because he's useless.
today's different, he wakes up to the warmth of the sun dancing on his skin, he hears the birds happily tweet outside, and he feels so much more lighter than usual. it was nice.
"wooyoung-ah..." a familiar voice interrupts his trance, "you have to wake up..."
i am up, wooyoung thinks, his eyes are still shut.
"please..." the voice pleaded, it sounded so much more weaker now. "wake up already. everybody is waiting... i'm waiting."
wooyoung feels the person grasps his hand. it's warm, he notes. then he hears the other male lightly sob. wooyoung wants him to stop crying because he is okay. he wants to say he is but he can't. no matter how hard he tries he only manages to give a deep sigh.
he hears the other male sniffle, "i... i gotta go now." he tightens his grip on wooyoung's hand before he pulls it away. then sounds of the chair screeched against the tiled floor, which was followed by footsteps that slowly faded into the distance.
"junsu..."
A/N my first 2pm fic OTL
Author: towelettepower (@ pokokihcikisik)
Pairing/Focus: Wooyoung/Junsu
Rating: PG
Dedication(s): for pandyu (cos she requested it)
Synopsis: he wakes up to the warmth of the sun dancing on his skin
he sleeps most of the time because what else can he do? he captures the whispers and wails in the silent room and down the hall. sometimes he listens to the television whenever somebody leaves it on. but he doesn't watch it, he doesn't open his eyes, he doesn't move at all because he can't move. it's as if he's paralyzed; he feels numb and cold, however he aches too and it's painful, because he's useless.
today's different, he wakes up to the warmth of the sun dancing on his skin, he hears the birds happily tweet outside, and he feels so much more lighter than usual. it was nice.
"wooyoung-ah..." a familiar voice interrupts his trance, "you have to wake up..."
i am up, wooyoung thinks, his eyes are still shut.
"please..." the voice pleaded, it sounded so much more weaker now. "wake up already. everybody is waiting... i'm waiting."
wooyoung feels the person grasps his hand. it's warm, he notes. then he hears the other male lightly sob. wooyoung wants him to stop crying because he is okay. he wants to say he is but he can't. no matter how hard he tries he only manages to give a deep sigh.
he hears the other male sniffle, "i... i gotta go now." he tightens his grip on wooyoung's hand before he pulls it away. then sounds of the chair screeched against the tiled floor, which was followed by footsteps that slowly faded into the distance.
"junsu..."
A/N my first 2pm fic OTL