Against the bedroom wall;
Against the bedroom wall;
abusive!kevseop | PG-13 | warning: abusive kiseop | drabble
Perpetual love was once what Kevin saw.
Why was it always like this?
Hands tied behind, invisible emotions that binded him. He could feel the cold breath against his cheek, cuts, deeper than the silence that often greeted him on the inside, more often than on the outside. Kevin's hands could've steadied him, but he didn't try. Falling in love with the devil himself.
Those eyes were what drew Kevin in, they held him there. Perpetual love was what Kevin once saw, but it was more cold. A monster.
"You broke the plate." Kiseop's words dragged like a sharp knife, they left a fresh wound in Kevin's mind, and it cut smoothly.
"I-I'm sorry." Those words were familiar in the small apartment that him and Kevin shared. Before he even knew it, his wrists were held, the other boy's eyes staring at him intently. And then, the words came. They drove in, stinging with each pinprick. How useless he was, how hideous he was, how much he would give to have a beautiful girl who did everything right.
I'm perfect. I was.
And each and every word that was shot straight at him, he took it. He believed it. What happened to that bundle of roses? Torn. The thorns hurt. They pricked his fingers, and his heart. His cheeks stung, his chest heaving from the heavy blows that the other directed at him, his eyes watering. Tears that flowed.
"I'm sorry."
Silence. It's what Kiseop did each time.
How did they always end up here? Against the bedroom wall, familiar sounds spilling out, matching the time to the beating of his heart. Breathless. Kevin didn't mind. Maybe this was the one time that he could believe. That maybe one day, it could last forever.
abusive!kevseop | PG-13 | warning: abusive kiseop | drabble
Perpetual love was once what Kevin saw.
Why was it always like this?
Hands tied behind, invisible emotions that binded him. He could feel the cold breath against his cheek, cuts, deeper than the silence that often greeted him on the inside, more often than on the outside. Kevin's hands could've steadied him, but he didn't try. Falling in love with the devil himself.
Those eyes were what drew Kevin in, they held him there. Perpetual love was what Kevin once saw, but it was more cold. A monster.
"You broke the plate." Kiseop's words dragged like a sharp knife, they left a fresh wound in Kevin's mind, and it cut smoothly.
"I-I'm sorry." Those words were familiar in the small apartment that him and Kevin shared. Before he even knew it, his wrists were held, the other boy's eyes staring at him intently. And then, the words came. They drove in, stinging with each pinprick. How useless he was, how hideous he was, how much he would give to have a beautiful girl who did everything right.
I'm perfect. I was.
And each and every word that was shot straight at him, he took it. He believed it. What happened to that bundle of roses? Torn. The thorns hurt. They pricked his fingers, and his heart. His cheeks stung, his chest heaving from the heavy blows that the other directed at him, his eyes watering. Tears that flowed.
"I'm sorry."
Silence. It's what Kiseop did each time.
How did they always end up here? Against the bedroom wall, familiar sounds spilling out, matching the time to the beating of his heart. Breathless. Kevin didn't mind. Maybe this was the one time that he could believe. That maybe one day, it could last forever.