Diagnosis
Diagnosis
Pg; hyunseung/junhyung
Needed to write something to get out of writer's block.
This is probably going to be confusing, but if there's any question, ask away :)
Diagnosis
The love potion got us sick.
“You really know how to break a heart huh?”
The distance was short, his words echoed around the house; like ghosts, haunting his faults and his sins. The more intimate words were bitten back; the one on the ground admiring the sound of a dead horse’s last sigh. He looked up, scar filled face, chest torn open, weary legs from standing too long on the battlefield, he was beautiful like that, his God, his savior, framed by broken glasses and what’s left of their hearts.
There in his hand was his phone, but it was no phone now; it was a poison, an evidence to convict him, but if it was him who was going to behead him, he has no regrets; he would gladly die for all his wrongdoings. He dare not lift his head, the world was spinning and all he could hear was broken bits and pieces that started with a how, punctuated with a betray and ended with a why, but it was always like that, it was a routine belonging only to them. He counted quietly in his head as the footsteps receded, the silence was killing him, he could barely breathe and again, he felt like he was drowning.
Junhyung allowed the phone to slip from his fingers, the sound of bile swallowed forcefully down his throat resonated in his ears and all he could see flashing in front of his eyes was “kill”, he turned quickly, his fist so tight that his nails had already etched little crescent moons into his palms. He couldn’t stay here; he knew now the love that was bordering between healthy and obsession had finally tipped over, Junhyung was ready to kill the man he cheated on, before killing him, then ending the party by killing himself. He walked out the room, each step giving way to old revelations, he knew now; this was the last time he was coming back.
This time felt different, Hyunseung rolled the sentence around his tongue, it tasted metallic, like blood, oh, it was his split lips, but it still tasted like blood. He curled himself up, like the pair of old jeans Junhyung loved the most. His long arms slithered over to reach for the phone; he was so used to it that he didn’t even wince as the broken fragment of glasses rubbed against his skin. Hyunseung stared at the device, fingers trembling as he started typing, this time, he hit sent but wished at that moment he did not.
The phone vibrated a few seconds later; Hyunseung’s eyes were closed; “Game Over” flashed across the screen.
But Hyunseung already knew.
Pg; hyunseung/junhyung
Needed to write something to get out of writer's block.
This is probably going to be confusing, but if there's any question, ask away :)
Diagnosis
The love potion got us sick.
“You really know how to break a heart huh?”
The distance was short, his words echoed around the house; like ghosts, haunting his faults and his sins. The more intimate words were bitten back; the one on the ground admiring the sound of a dead horse’s last sigh. He looked up, scar filled face, chest torn open, weary legs from standing too long on the battlefield, he was beautiful like that, his God, his savior, framed by broken glasses and what’s left of their hearts.
There in his hand was his phone, but it was no phone now; it was a poison, an evidence to convict him, but if it was him who was going to behead him, he has no regrets; he would gladly die for all his wrongdoings. He dare not lift his head, the world was spinning and all he could hear was broken bits and pieces that started with a how, punctuated with a betray and ended with a why, but it was always like that, it was a routine belonging only to them. He counted quietly in his head as the footsteps receded, the silence was killing him, he could barely breathe and again, he felt like he was drowning.
Junhyung allowed the phone to slip from his fingers, the sound of bile swallowed forcefully down his throat resonated in his ears and all he could see flashing in front of his eyes was “kill”, he turned quickly, his fist so tight that his nails had already etched little crescent moons into his palms. He couldn’t stay here; he knew now the love that was bordering between healthy and obsession had finally tipped over, Junhyung was ready to kill the man he cheated on, before killing him, then ending the party by killing himself. He walked out the room, each step giving way to old revelations, he knew now; this was the last time he was coming back.
This time felt different, Hyunseung rolled the sentence around his tongue, it tasted metallic, like blood, oh, it was his split lips, but it still tasted like blood. He curled himself up, like the pair of old jeans Junhyung loved the most. His long arms slithered over to reach for the phone; he was so used to it that he didn’t even wince as the broken fragment of glasses rubbed against his skin. Hyunseung stared at the device, fingers trembling as he started typing, this time, he hit sent but wished at that moment he did not.
The phone vibrated a few seconds later; Hyunseung’s eyes were closed; “Game Over” flashed across the screen.
But Hyunseung already knew.