Love Burns
Title: Love Burns
Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,027
Prompt used: Both
Disclaimer: Don’t own them and, sadly, never will.
Love burns. This is the name I have given the marks scattered across my body. The marks left behind when burning candle meets skin, searing through flesh and leaving behind the most painful of scars.
Minho has a serious problem that I have been aware of for several months now. I don’t know exactly what the problem is, but sometimes he has moments when he thinks he’s someone completely different than the person I love so much. He calls himself Geminus, the person Minho was never allowed to be. No matter what I try to do to rid Minho of this evil, he remains. Each time he returns, it kills Minho a little more than it did before.
Geminus often tells me he loves me and that to prove his love for me he must give me love burns. I hate them, but nothing stops him. He forces me down onto the bed and licks away the tears that occasionally leak from my eyes, then gently picks up the candle that sits innocently on the table beside the bed. He presses his knees into my stomach, preventing me from moving and making each breath more difficult than the next. I cry out when he pulls a match from the many others he keeps in his back pocket, pulling the box out along with it.
He tilts his head to the side as he slides the match across the rough edge of the box, savoring each one of my screams. He looks into the flame now at the tip of the wooden stick he holds in his hand and slowly brings it to the tip of the candle. My fear is preventing me from thinking and I thrash around on the bed beneath his knees, but I can’t move. I never can. He extinguishes the once lit match and throws it to the side and grabs my arm, controlling its movement.
This is when he gives me them, the love burns. His facial expression is one of wonder as he presses the lit candle to the pale flesh of my arm, leaving it there until he is certain he has left an adequate mark. It burns and the pain spreads, I can feel it coursing through my entire body. He then moves the candle, slowly burning words into my arm. Things like beloved, aishiteru, my angel, and darling. Though I’m not aware of the words he writes until the next day when the burn turns darker and each word is clearly visible against my skin.
The torture can go on for hours and he burns everywhere, not just stopping at my arms. I’m not able to go out of the house anymore because clothing can no longer hide the marks. They now travel up my neck, stopping a little past my jaw. I dread the day he decides my face needs the love burns as well.
I don’t even feel like I’m living any longer. Stuck in between my hate for Geminus and my love for Minho, but at no time will I be able to hate Minho for the painful things that have been happening. Though he and Geminus may share the same body, they will never be the same person.
The love burns may be tearing me apart, but they are doing exactly the same to Minho. Almost every day when he returns, the one he had devoted his whole life is covered with more burns than the day before. He no longer talks to me either; he takes one look at me then turns away, locking himself in his room until Geminus returns once again.
Since we don’t speak I sometimes write letters to him and slip them under the door, despite the fact that the only thanks I will get are from that evil man later on. When Minho locks himself up in his room I sometimes sit outside and embrace myself, crying until there are no more tears left in my body. I get no response because I believe it kills him to hear me cry about something he has done to hurt me. I believe he blames himself not knowing that the reason I cry is not because of him or anybody else. I cry because there is no possible way for me to fix the situation we are in, I cry for the both of us.
I have tried many times to understand why exactly this happened to us. The only thing I can think of that might have caused it is Schizophrenia. I don’t know what causes it though, so there is no way for me to reverse it.
Today was the first day I had felt even slightly happy in a long time. I looked beside me as I sat outside of his room and my eyes were immediately glued to the note card that had been slipped underneath the door. He had finally responded. I snatched the note from the floor with trembling hands and pressed it to my chest for several seconds before I began reading it.
Kibum, before I tell you anything more, I have to tell you that I am sorry. I can’t help it and no matter how much I try not to hurt you, it somehow gets to me every time. I never know when it’s coming or why, and I can’t stop it. I believe that I could see a doctor, but they would separate us. I don’t want that. Though I can’t bring myself to speak to you, the sound of your breathing outside of my door comforts me. If that were to disappear, I don’t think I could live. I hate myself for what I have done, but please let me be selfish for just this once. Let me keep you. If he tries to hurt you, you can hit me. You can do anything; just don’t leave me like this. I need you.
Before I could stop it, the tears were escaping once again and had started pouring down my face. Not only could he hear me, but he was listening. He cared and that was all that mattered.
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Author: sam_theninja24
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,027
Prompt used: Both
Disclaimer: Don’t own them and, sadly, never will.
Love burns. This is the name I have given the marks scattered across my body. The marks left behind when burning candle meets skin, searing through flesh and leaving behind the most painful of scars.
Minho has a serious problem that I have been aware of for several months now. I don’t know exactly what the problem is, but sometimes he has moments when he thinks he’s someone completely different than the person I love so much. He calls himself Geminus, the person Minho was never allowed to be. No matter what I try to do to rid Minho of this evil, he remains. Each time he returns, it kills Minho a little more than it did before.
Geminus often tells me he loves me and that to prove his love for me he must give me love burns. I hate them, but nothing stops him. He forces me down onto the bed and licks away the tears that occasionally leak from my eyes, then gently picks up the candle that sits innocently on the table beside the bed. He presses his knees into my stomach, preventing me from moving and making each breath more difficult than the next. I cry out when he pulls a match from the many others he keeps in his back pocket, pulling the box out along with it.
He tilts his head to the side as he slides the match across the rough edge of the box, savoring each one of my screams. He looks into the flame now at the tip of the wooden stick he holds in his hand and slowly brings it to the tip of the candle. My fear is preventing me from thinking and I thrash around on the bed beneath his knees, but I can’t move. I never can. He extinguishes the once lit match and throws it to the side and grabs my arm, controlling its movement.
This is when he gives me them, the love burns. His facial expression is one of wonder as he presses the lit candle to the pale flesh of my arm, leaving it there until he is certain he has left an adequate mark. It burns and the pain spreads, I can feel it coursing through my entire body. He then moves the candle, slowly burning words into my arm. Things like beloved, aishiteru, my angel, and darling. Though I’m not aware of the words he writes until the next day when the burn turns darker and each word is clearly visible against my skin.
The torture can go on for hours and he burns everywhere, not just stopping at my arms. I’m not able to go out of the house anymore because clothing can no longer hide the marks. They now travel up my neck, stopping a little past my jaw. I dread the day he decides my face needs the love burns as well.
I don’t even feel like I’m living any longer. Stuck in between my hate for Geminus and my love for Minho, but at no time will I be able to hate Minho for the painful things that have been happening. Though he and Geminus may share the same body, they will never be the same person.
The love burns may be tearing me apart, but they are doing exactly the same to Minho. Almost every day when he returns, the one he had devoted his whole life is covered with more burns than the day before. He no longer talks to me either; he takes one look at me then turns away, locking himself in his room until Geminus returns once again.
Since we don’t speak I sometimes write letters to him and slip them under the door, despite the fact that the only thanks I will get are from that evil man later on. When Minho locks himself up in his room I sometimes sit outside and embrace myself, crying until there are no more tears left in my body. I get no response because I believe it kills him to hear me cry about something he has done to hurt me. I believe he blames himself not knowing that the reason I cry is not because of him or anybody else. I cry because there is no possible way for me to fix the situation we are in, I cry for the both of us.
I have tried many times to understand why exactly this happened to us. The only thing I can think of that might have caused it is Schizophrenia. I don’t know what causes it though, so there is no way for me to reverse it.
Today was the first day I had felt even slightly happy in a long time. I looked beside me as I sat outside of his room and my eyes were immediately glued to the note card that had been slipped underneath the door. He had finally responded. I snatched the note from the floor with trembling hands and pressed it to my chest for several seconds before I began reading it.
Kibum, before I tell you anything more, I have to tell you that I am sorry. I can’t help it and no matter how much I try not to hurt you, it somehow gets to me every time. I never know when it’s coming or why, and I can’t stop it. I believe that I could see a doctor, but they would separate us. I don’t want that. Though I can’t bring myself to speak to you, the sound of your breathing outside of my door comforts me. If that were to disappear, I don’t think I could live. I hate myself for what I have done, but please let me be selfish for just this once. Let me keep you. If he tries to hurt you, you can hit me. You can do anything; just don’t leave me like this. I need you.
Before I could stop it, the tears were escaping once again and had started pouring down my face. Not only could he hear me, but he was listening. He cared and that was all that mattered.
If you liked it, vote for me at shawol_haven on the 25th! ☺