static lullaby
Static lullaby
This is when Nichkhun realizes Wooyoung will never answer to his call anymore.
Nichkhun-centric (implied Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
angst(tragedy), pg
460+ words
character death
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Nichkhun doesn’t know why everything is flashing right before his eyes. He’s not dying, no, it’s so far from dying. He does feel the pain though, coming somewhere from his body but he can’t really decide where. He blinks and his head throbs, so many things going inside his mind, too many noises invading his hearing sense, too many beats his heart is skipping all at the same time when he’s trying to concentrate on breathing properly.
Wooyoung….
Yes, hyung?
Wooyoung…..
Eish, what?
Nothing.
Wooyoung.
What??
Are you mad?
No. But why do you keep calling my name? Do you need something?
No. I just wanna know if you would always respond to my call.
Pshh. Silly hyung. You think I have the heart to ignore you?
Wooyoung would always answer him, Nichkhun realizes this somehow. It doesn’t matter if he’s in good or foul mood, doesn’t matter if he’s calm or angry at Nichkhun. He would always answer.
Always.
But this time….
“Wooyoung,” Nichkhun calls out, voice coming out as whisper deafening enough to kill the sudden silence. He sees Wooyoung’s smile, the frown of his eyes and the scrunch of his nose. He tries to reach out for Wooyoung but the image shatters when everything finally hits him, panic footsteps approaching him and loud sirens echoing from somewhere.
“Oh God, don’t move,” the stranger approaches Nichkhun, shaky hands helplessly lingering on top of Nichkhun’s back without really touching. “The ambulance is on its way here.”
Nichkhun blinks.
“Wooyoung,” he calls again. There’s another tall stranger standing close, pale face looking down at the body on the road.
“Junho, I think he’s not breathing anymore,” he says.
Oh.
Nichkhun remembers now and fuck, Wooyoung is stupid. God, he is so stupid.
The words are caught in Nichkhun’s throat. He feels the rough concrete against his cheek, the blurry vision only confirmed that he is, indeed, crying. He tries to reach his hand out, but no, no, everything hurts.
Nichkhun thinks he has broken bones somewhere. He’s not dying, but it does hurt. He’s not dying, but he thinks he might when he sees the other body lying on the other side of the road, unmoving.
“Wooyoung,” he chokes, feeling the burn of Wooyoung’s arms around him, so tight and protective but he wasn’t quick enough to avoid the car and they both ended up getting hit by the vehicle. “Wooyoung. You said you would always answer me. Answer me.”
You fool. Why did you do that? Why did you attempt to save me?
Why are you not moving?
Why are you not answering me?
“Wooyoung,” Nichkhun desperately calls for him one last time.
Dark red substance trickles down the road where Nichkhun lies, pooling and soaking his shirt, warm and cold at the same time.
Wooyoung doesn’t answer him.