Burned Love
Burned Love
♥ DBSK - Yunho/Jaejoong; NC17; Romance Angst Drama;
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
plot bunny by: tvxq_luv thank you my dear =)
banner: my lovely , lovely sesshy18 (ilysfm sam =D)
an: I hate when my hands don’t meet the expectations my imagination sets. :/ sorry guys for bad metaphors and cheesy lines. And a question to all my readers, do you guys feel that I’m portraying Jaejoong too unemotional? D:
점화된 사랑
04
Sweat glistens on his forehead like sparkles and he’s breathing much harder as he dribbles the basketball from one hand to the other, completely oblivious to the world around him. Yunho steadies his eyes on the basketball net as he aims, jumps, and shoots. He collapses on the ground as the ‘whoosh’ and the ball bouncing away from him echos in his ears.
His chests is heaving up and down, Yunho stares up at the light fixtures in the gymnasium and he doesn’t remember how long he’s been here, just practicing and practicing but if the orange, pinkish sky says anything, he’s been here for awhile. Yunho sighs, shutting his eyes tightly and wishes that he was lying underneath a waterfall, feeling the icy cool bursts of the water pummel down on him would’ve been a relief much needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Jaejoong screams and he doesn’t know what exactly went on in that split second but Yunho knows that he had done something wrong and he quickly tries to compensate for it.
“Joongie, look, I’m really sorry- ” Yunho doesn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before, maybe it was because he was too captivated by Jaejoong himself but there the blond was, finally allowing some skin to show and the auburn haired male finally sees why Jaejoong always covers it.
Blotches of ugly brown covers the skin like stains and Jaejoong probably tried scrubbing it off then realizing soon after that it was permanent like a suffocating blanket that you were unable to rip away and that the whole world could see. Yunho can’t help but stare, he tries to pull his eyes away but it’s just not happening and he hopes that Jaejoong wouldn’t look up to see him like this but he did. And once following Yunho’s gaze, he seemed extremely shocked and uncomfortable; Yunho could see him starting to move away so he quickly speaks up to stop him.
“Jaejoong, you’re neck-” Wrong.
The blond had already began running away and Yunho tries to lift his feet to catch up behind him but it’s like his legs were lead, they wouldn’t budge and all he could do was stare like an idiot until Jaejoong was completely out of his sight.
“Hey, get up.” Yunho slowly opens his eyes and sees a haggard looking man standing over him with a mop in his hand. “I’ve got to clean the floors so get outta here, kid.”
The auburn haired male nods his head, picking himself upright and dusting off his uniform. He walks over to his basketball that rolled away to the corner of the room, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He carefully picks up Jaejoong’s book and, holding it to his chest like he was trying to protect it from everything the world threw at it, Yunho leaves the school and walks home alone in the sunset.
“-So I told that bitch Bong-cha that she better get ready for a catfight because I’m going to rip her...face off…” Hyang-soon trails off as she hands Yunho a wet dish and he dries it silently, looking as if he was fighting with his thoughts if that frown adorning his face says anything and she furrows her eyebrows in concern.
“Yunho…?” She waves a hand in his face and it breaks Yunho out of his daze and he smiles at her.
“Sorry, just thinking.”
“What about?” She asks and Yunho hesitates, not really wanting to voice out his discovery about Jaejoong and why he was concerning himself about the blond so much because he likes him.
“It’s nothing,” Hyang-soon crosses her arms across her chest and cocks a daring eyebrow at him. “Really, it’s nothing!”
She sighs and resumes washing the dishes. “Whatever you say,” And hands him a dish to dry. “But I’m a girl so it automatically means I have amazing and wise advice that I can share generously to help people with their girlfriend,” She gives him an innocent yet perverse smile, “or boyfriend problems.” And Yunho rolls his eyes at his mother. “But if you don’t want to tell me…”
“I won’t tell you but I have a hypothetical question to ask you, okay?” Hyang-soon nods, doing a horrible job hiding her grin of success as Yunho finishes drying the dish and placing it on top of the rest of the pile. “Say there’s this guy, right? And this guy likes this other guy - mom, shut up, stop squealing - but whenever he talks to this guy, the other guy the guy likes doesn’t talk to him and always gives him the cold shoulder. The other guy also is always dressed weirdly like, he’s wearing winter clothing during summer and never shows any skin aside from his face. So the guy kind of teases the other guy and acts really annoying just so he can get the other guy to talk to him. And recently the guy found the other guy reading a book so he takes the book away from the other guy even when the other guy tells him to give it back -don’t glare at me like that, I said it’s hypothetical! So the other guy stomps away and the guy feels bad so he runs after the other guy but when he grabs the other guy’s wrist the other guy starts going all batshit crazy and screams ‘Don’t touch me’ and the guy wants to apologize to the other guy but then he sees that the other guy’s neck is showing and there’s all this burn marks over his neck and when the other guy notices he’s all scared and everything and then runs away and the guy doesn’t follow him because he’s all shocked and going ‘Oh my god what the fuck just happened’ so,” Yunho finally lets out a heavy breath, running a hand through his messy hair, “what should the guy do now?”
Hyang-soon looks much like a fish out of water as her mouth opens and closes and opens and she sighs, shaking her head at her son. “Yunho…what did you do to that poor boy?”
“I didn’t do anything! It wasn’t my fault -hey, wait. I told you this was a hypothetical question!” Yunho babbles but Hyang-soon doesn’t look at all convinced. What was that look in her eyes, worry and…disappointment? Ouch. ‘That kinda hurts,’ Yunho thinks and he falls silent as his mother contemplates her answer.
“First of all, I’d apologize to him. Explain to him why I was picking on him and ask him out, just to get to know him but if he doesn’t want to, don’t hassle him. I don’t think I’d mention what I saw before because it’s obvious he’s not comfortable at the moment to elaborate anymore about his…burns and he’ll tell you when the time is right. And tell that guy that teasing is not always the right way to go and some people don’t understand that when guys tease you they like you.” Hyang-soon says, washing the soap off the last dish and handing it to Yunho who took it slowly as he began mentally going through his mother’s advice.
He smiles after awhile and says, “Yeah…Yeah I think I’ll do just that - I mean, that guy,” Yunho corrects uselessly since his mother just shakes her head at him, knowing full well that it was about Yunho the entire time.
“You never told me his name yet, what is it?”
Yunho places the last dish away and wipes his hands dry with his t-shirt, which makes his mother tsk him, handing him a towel instead. “His name’s Kim Jaejoong.”
“Ah…I see. Hm…Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong…You guys need a couple name!” She laughs at him as he flushes, “Let’s see…JungKim? Ew, never mind. Um…YunJoong? JoongYun? Kimjae? Wait that doesn’t even have your name in it! Oh well I guess I can’t really name you guys yet until I know which one of you is the uke and which one is the seme…hm…” She ignores Yunho’s squawking and smiles at him. “I was going to tell you this before but Ki-woon’s coming for dinner tomorrow, maybe you can bring Jaejoong with you?”
Yunho scratches his nose, “You think he’ll come if I ask him?”
“Maybe. Hopefully.” Hyang-soon places a reassuring hand on his shoulders, “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
Droplets of water cascade down his neck, the slippery soap sliding down his naked torso as he stands under the spray of water, his head bowed. Jaejoong decides it’d be better if he allows his mother to fall asleep before he came out of the bathroom and cleans up after her. She was drinking again and as much as he wants to lull her to sleep, hold her tight and comfort her, tell her everything will be alright (no it won’t, it never will), he’s here and he’ll always protect her; he knows that she’d have another episode like last night and this time, Sun hi wouldn’t just kick him out of her room but probably out of her house too.
There was no telling what she’d do and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t protect himself from Sun hi, he has the physical ability to manhandle her seeing how he was much taller and stronger than her frail body but his weakness was his love for her. A heart too big and too soft that she had complete control over him; a sadistic wielder of his emotions and playing him like a puppet; he was absolutely malleable.
Jaejoong stops the water by turning the knobs and grabs his towel from the rack, drying himself and shaking his long, blond locks of their dampness. He pauses for a second, some stupid voice in his head kept chanting for him to turn around, “Just once, just once. It won’t kill you if you see yourself in the mirror just this once. One time-” but he walks on, unaffected.
The blond crosses the hallway and steps inside his bedroom, ignoring Sun Hi babbling to herself like a broken record; scratchy and indecipherable. Jaejoong bites his lips, looking everywhere aside from the filthy thing attached to him from the chin down, and as if he had to take a sharpened blade and slice open the body of a living person, it takes him that much courage yet disgust to muster up to yank off the towel that’s wrapped around him and -
(‘Put some clothes on! Such an ugly body, are you proud of it?’)
(‘It would be better if you hid from the world; how such a filthy creature like you can exist is beyond my knowledge.’)
(‘If only your body was as beautiful as your face. What a shame. The things you could’ve accomplished.’)
-and he has a bathrobe tied on, shielding him from the pain.
Jaejoong lets out a shuddered gasp, shutting his eyes tightly and recomposing himself. There was no need to get so worked up about it all; ghosts in the closet whispering harsh words can’t do him harm if he just ignores them. After a second or two, the blond gathers up all his dirty laundry, quickly getting his mother’s as well and drops them in the hamper and fixing the creases on his bed sheets, he carries the hamper downstairs to the basement to wash them.
A bit dark and dingy but he doesn’t mind so much, Jaejoong rests the hamper down on the ground and begins to place all the clothing gently into the washer. He gets on his tippy-toes and grabs the detergent from the shelf, pouring some into the machine and starting it. The hum of the washer is slightly relaxing as Jaejoong saunters to the staircase and sits down, resting his head on his arms.
He could have been reading his book if - Jaejoong frowns deeply, thinking of the idiot that stole it from him and then…saw the burns all over him. The blond feels his heart sink as he goes over the auburn haired male’s reaction in his head. Even though it would be futile, Jaejoong hopes to God that he hadn’t already blurted it out to every curious soul in the school why Jaejoong - although he never used to dress extravagantly before that incident - was constantly wearing clothing that showed nothing at all.
He cringes at what school would be like now that they all knew. Would they stare at him differently than what they had from before? Would they point and laugh, be disgusted and revolted? Would they all stay away from him as if he had a plaque? New rumors would come up, they’d wonder who did it? If he had done it to himself or not, would they think he was some sort of freaky masochist? That he enjoyed pain and kept inflicting it upon himself?
…What could he do?
Jaejoong feels like his legs was moving on its own accord, that his body was complying with his brain but he didn’t know what his brain was saying in the first place and it was like he was the odd one out. But Jaejoong climbs up the stairs, up and up until he reaches the third floor, and he walks past both his mother and his bedroom and steps inside the bathroom.
He’s facing himself, one on one and Jaejoong’s heart is slamming inside his chest as if this is too much for him to handle and it is. How long has it been since he’s last seen himself in a mirror? The way it reflects all his movement like, he has a twin and can speak telepathically to one another so they’re completely in sync. It’s another ear he can whisper secrets too and he’d never have to worry if somebody knows because nobody does, they have a bond so tight like that. Unable to betray one another then…why?
Why is it that Jaejoong never stood in front of it in years? Why is it that Jaejoong never knows if there’s a hair out of place or if he has something in his teeth or maybe if the color of his pupils changed which it didn’t since now that Jaejoong sees himself in the mirror, it’s still their same honey hue.
He doesn’t know why but he slowly unties the knot on the bathrobe, and shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the ground as if it was a heavy anvil weighing him down. A rush of cool air engulfs him and he shivers but doesn’t feel guilty and wrap himself up again. Jaejoong feels a bit hollow inside when he sees the blotches of brown against the paleness of his skin and traces over them as if they couldn’t really be real and he can easily peel them off like stickers.
Jaejoong looks down at his wrist where the ghost of Yunho’s fingerprints now lay and he brushes his fingers against it slowly. Maybe it was just him hallucinating but unlike the rest of his body, his wrist seems to look less…ugly. Like a black and white picture, he could see the parts of his body that Yunho’s hand hadn’t wrapped around because it was so accented compared to his wrist.
Jaejoong stares at it long and hard, wondering what it was that made Yunho so inclined to make him speak with him. He sighs, unable to stare at himself much longer, and picks up the bathrobe on the ground, wrapping it around himself and leaving the bathroom with a terrified mindset.
Tomorrow would be hell.
ps. i recently made a request post here and it'd be really appreciated if people ever have something they want somebody to write of anything, really, that if you...trust my writing and like the way i write/format whatever, please request there ;=; i really want to get better at writing & idk i think i work better if there's somebody that's anticipating for it. please fill out the form :') ilu guys ♥
♥ DBSK - Yunho/Jaejoong; NC17; Romance Angst Drama;
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
plot bunny by: tvxq_luv thank you my dear =)
banner: my lovely , lovely sesshy18 (ilysfm sam =D)
an: I hate when my hands don’t meet the expectations my imagination sets. :/ sorry guys for bad metaphors and cheesy lines. And a question to all my readers, do you guys feel that I’m portraying Jaejoong too unemotional? D:
점화된 사랑
04
Sweat glistens on his forehead like sparkles and he’s breathing much harder as he dribbles the basketball from one hand to the other, completely oblivious to the world around him. Yunho steadies his eyes on the basketball net as he aims, jumps, and shoots. He collapses on the ground as the ‘whoosh’ and the ball bouncing away from him echos in his ears.
His chests is heaving up and down, Yunho stares up at the light fixtures in the gymnasium and he doesn’t remember how long he’s been here, just practicing and practicing but if the orange, pinkish sky says anything, he’s been here for awhile. Yunho sighs, shutting his eyes tightly and wishes that he was lying underneath a waterfall, feeling the icy cool bursts of the water pummel down on him would’ve been a relief much needed.
“Don’t touch me!” Jaejoong screams and he doesn’t know what exactly went on in that split second but Yunho knows that he had done something wrong and he quickly tries to compensate for it.
“Joongie, look, I’m really sorry- ” Yunho doesn’t know why he hadn’t noticed before, maybe it was because he was too captivated by Jaejoong himself but there the blond was, finally allowing some skin to show and the auburn haired male finally sees why Jaejoong always covers it.
Blotches of ugly brown covers the skin like stains and Jaejoong probably tried scrubbing it off then realizing soon after that it was permanent like a suffocating blanket that you were unable to rip away and that the whole world could see. Yunho can’t help but stare, he tries to pull his eyes away but it’s just not happening and he hopes that Jaejoong wouldn’t look up to see him like this but he did. And once following Yunho’s gaze, he seemed extremely shocked and uncomfortable; Yunho could see him starting to move away so he quickly speaks up to stop him.
“Jaejoong, you’re neck-” Wrong.
The blond had already began running away and Yunho tries to lift his feet to catch up behind him but it’s like his legs were lead, they wouldn’t budge and all he could do was stare like an idiot until Jaejoong was completely out of his sight.
“Hey, get up.” Yunho slowly opens his eyes and sees a haggard looking man standing over him with a mop in his hand. “I’ve got to clean the floors so get outta here, kid.”
The auburn haired male nods his head, picking himself upright and dusting off his uniform. He walks over to his basketball that rolled away to the corner of the room, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He carefully picks up Jaejoong’s book and, holding it to his chest like he was trying to protect it from everything the world threw at it, Yunho leaves the school and walks home alone in the sunset.
“-So I told that bitch Bong-cha that she better get ready for a catfight because I’m going to rip her...face off…” Hyang-soon trails off as she hands Yunho a wet dish and he dries it silently, looking as if he was fighting with his thoughts if that frown adorning his face says anything and she furrows her eyebrows in concern.
“Yunho…?” She waves a hand in his face and it breaks Yunho out of his daze and he smiles at her.
“Sorry, just thinking.”
“What about?” She asks and Yunho hesitates, not really wanting to voice out his discovery about Jaejoong and why he was concerning himself about the blond so much because he likes him.
“It’s nothing,” Hyang-soon crosses her arms across her chest and cocks a daring eyebrow at him. “Really, it’s nothing!”
She sighs and resumes washing the dishes. “Whatever you say,” And hands him a dish to dry. “But I’m a girl so it automatically means I have amazing and wise advice that I can share generously to help people with their girlfriend,” She gives him an innocent yet perverse smile, “or boyfriend problems.” And Yunho rolls his eyes at his mother. “But if you don’t want to tell me…”
“I won’t tell you but I have a hypothetical question to ask you, okay?” Hyang-soon nods, doing a horrible job hiding her grin of success as Yunho finishes drying the dish and placing it on top of the rest of the pile. “Say there’s this guy, right? And this guy likes this other guy - mom, shut up, stop squealing - but whenever he talks to this guy, the other guy the guy likes doesn’t talk to him and always gives him the cold shoulder. The other guy also is always dressed weirdly like, he’s wearing winter clothing during summer and never shows any skin aside from his face. So the guy kind of teases the other guy and acts really annoying just so he can get the other guy to talk to him. And recently the guy found the other guy reading a book so he takes the book away from the other guy even when the other guy tells him to give it back -don’t glare at me like that, I said it’s hypothetical! So the other guy stomps away and the guy feels bad so he runs after the other guy but when he grabs the other guy’s wrist the other guy starts going all batshit crazy and screams ‘Don’t touch me’ and the guy wants to apologize to the other guy but then he sees that the other guy’s neck is showing and there’s all this burn marks over his neck and when the other guy notices he’s all scared and everything and then runs away and the guy doesn’t follow him because he’s all shocked and going ‘Oh my god what the fuck just happened’ so,” Yunho finally lets out a heavy breath, running a hand through his messy hair, “what should the guy do now?”
Hyang-soon looks much like a fish out of water as her mouth opens and closes and opens and she sighs, shaking her head at her son. “Yunho…what did you do to that poor boy?”
“I didn’t do anything! It wasn’t my fault -hey, wait. I told you this was a hypothetical question!” Yunho babbles but Hyang-soon doesn’t look at all convinced. What was that look in her eyes, worry and…disappointment? Ouch. ‘That kinda hurts,’ Yunho thinks and he falls silent as his mother contemplates her answer.
“First of all, I’d apologize to him. Explain to him why I was picking on him and ask him out, just to get to know him but if he doesn’t want to, don’t hassle him. I don’t think I’d mention what I saw before because it’s obvious he’s not comfortable at the moment to elaborate anymore about his…burns and he’ll tell you when the time is right. And tell that guy that teasing is not always the right way to go and some people don’t understand that when guys tease you they like you.” Hyang-soon says, washing the soap off the last dish and handing it to Yunho who took it slowly as he began mentally going through his mother’s advice.
He smiles after awhile and says, “Yeah…Yeah I think I’ll do just that - I mean, that guy,” Yunho corrects uselessly since his mother just shakes her head at him, knowing full well that it was about Yunho the entire time.
“You never told me his name yet, what is it?”
Yunho places the last dish away and wipes his hands dry with his t-shirt, which makes his mother tsk him, handing him a towel instead. “His name’s Kim Jaejoong.”
“Ah…I see. Hm…Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong…You guys need a couple name!” She laughs at him as he flushes, “Let’s see…JungKim? Ew, never mind. Um…YunJoong? JoongYun? Kimjae? Wait that doesn’t even have your name in it! Oh well I guess I can’t really name you guys yet until I know which one of you is the uke and which one is the seme…hm…” She ignores Yunho’s squawking and smiles at him. “I was going to tell you this before but Ki-woon’s coming for dinner tomorrow, maybe you can bring Jaejoong with you?”
Yunho scratches his nose, “You think he’ll come if I ask him?”
“Maybe. Hopefully.” Hyang-soon places a reassuring hand on his shoulders, “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
Droplets of water cascade down his neck, the slippery soap sliding down his naked torso as he stands under the spray of water, his head bowed. Jaejoong decides it’d be better if he allows his mother to fall asleep before he came out of the bathroom and cleans up after her. She was drinking again and as much as he wants to lull her to sleep, hold her tight and comfort her, tell her everything will be alright (no it won’t, it never will), he’s here and he’ll always protect her; he knows that she’d have another episode like last night and this time, Sun hi wouldn’t just kick him out of her room but probably out of her house too.
There was no telling what she’d do and it wasn’t as if he couldn’t protect himself from Sun hi, he has the physical ability to manhandle her seeing how he was much taller and stronger than her frail body but his weakness was his love for her. A heart too big and too soft that she had complete control over him; a sadistic wielder of his emotions and playing him like a puppet; he was absolutely malleable.
Jaejoong stops the water by turning the knobs and grabs his towel from the rack, drying himself and shaking his long, blond locks of their dampness. He pauses for a second, some stupid voice in his head kept chanting for him to turn around, “Just once, just once. It won’t kill you if you see yourself in the mirror just this once. One time-” but he walks on, unaffected.
The blond crosses the hallway and steps inside his bedroom, ignoring Sun Hi babbling to herself like a broken record; scratchy and indecipherable. Jaejoong bites his lips, looking everywhere aside from the filthy thing attached to him from the chin down, and as if he had to take a sharpened blade and slice open the body of a living person, it takes him that much courage yet disgust to muster up to yank off the towel that’s wrapped around him and -
(‘Put some clothes on! Such an ugly body, are you proud of it?’)
(‘It would be better if you hid from the world; how such a filthy creature like you can exist is beyond my knowledge.’)
(‘If only your body was as beautiful as your face. What a shame. The things you could’ve accomplished.’)
-and he has a bathrobe tied on, shielding him from the pain.
Jaejoong lets out a shuddered gasp, shutting his eyes tightly and recomposing himself. There was no need to get so worked up about it all; ghosts in the closet whispering harsh words can’t do him harm if he just ignores them. After a second or two, the blond gathers up all his dirty laundry, quickly getting his mother’s as well and drops them in the hamper and fixing the creases on his bed sheets, he carries the hamper downstairs to the basement to wash them.
A bit dark and dingy but he doesn’t mind so much, Jaejoong rests the hamper down on the ground and begins to place all the clothing gently into the washer. He gets on his tippy-toes and grabs the detergent from the shelf, pouring some into the machine and starting it. The hum of the washer is slightly relaxing as Jaejoong saunters to the staircase and sits down, resting his head on his arms.
He could have been reading his book if - Jaejoong frowns deeply, thinking of the idiot that stole it from him and then…saw the burns all over him. The blond feels his heart sink as he goes over the auburn haired male’s reaction in his head. Even though it would be futile, Jaejoong hopes to God that he hadn’t already blurted it out to every curious soul in the school why Jaejoong - although he never used to dress extravagantly before that incident - was constantly wearing clothing that showed nothing at all.
He cringes at what school would be like now that they all knew. Would they stare at him differently than what they had from before? Would they point and laugh, be disgusted and revolted? Would they all stay away from him as if he had a plaque? New rumors would come up, they’d wonder who did it? If he had done it to himself or not, would they think he was some sort of freaky masochist? That he enjoyed pain and kept inflicting it upon himself?
…What could he do?
Jaejoong feels like his legs was moving on its own accord, that his body was complying with his brain but he didn’t know what his brain was saying in the first place and it was like he was the odd one out. But Jaejoong climbs up the stairs, up and up until he reaches the third floor, and he walks past both his mother and his bedroom and steps inside the bathroom.
He’s facing himself, one on one and Jaejoong’s heart is slamming inside his chest as if this is too much for him to handle and it is. How long has it been since he’s last seen himself in a mirror? The way it reflects all his movement like, he has a twin and can speak telepathically to one another so they’re completely in sync. It’s another ear he can whisper secrets too and he’d never have to worry if somebody knows because nobody does, they have a bond so tight like that. Unable to betray one another then…why?
Why is it that Jaejoong never stood in front of it in years? Why is it that Jaejoong never knows if there’s a hair out of place or if he has something in his teeth or maybe if the color of his pupils changed which it didn’t since now that Jaejoong sees himself in the mirror, it’s still their same honey hue.
He doesn’t know why but he slowly unties the knot on the bathrobe, and shrugs out of it, letting it fall to the ground as if it was a heavy anvil weighing him down. A rush of cool air engulfs him and he shivers but doesn’t feel guilty and wrap himself up again. Jaejoong feels a bit hollow inside when he sees the blotches of brown against the paleness of his skin and traces over them as if they couldn’t really be real and he can easily peel them off like stickers.
Jaejoong looks down at his wrist where the ghost of Yunho’s fingerprints now lay and he brushes his fingers against it slowly. Maybe it was just him hallucinating but unlike the rest of his body, his wrist seems to look less…ugly. Like a black and white picture, he could see the parts of his body that Yunho’s hand hadn’t wrapped around because it was so accented compared to his wrist.
Jaejoong stares at it long and hard, wondering what it was that made Yunho so inclined to make him speak with him. He sighs, unable to stare at himself much longer, and picks up the bathrobe on the ground, wrapping it around himself and leaving the bathroom with a terrified mindset.
Tomorrow would be hell.
ps. i recently made a request post here and it'd be really appreciated if people ever have something they want somebody to write of anything, really, that if you...trust my writing and like the way i write/format whatever, please request there ;=; i really want to get better at writing & idk i think i work better if there's somebody that's anticipating for it. please fill out the form :') ilu guys ♥