A Time Limited Life || Chapter TWELVE
Title: A Time Limited Life
Pairing: Woogyu
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: PG -13
Warning: Yaoi, heavy angst
1 month later - 10th August 2011
Sunggyu collapses towards the end of summer when the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous and the colours are a brilliant hue of orange and vivid red streaked with hints of violet. It’s a warm summer evening, and Sunggyu and Myungsoo are at Sungjong’s house. There’s a party but Sunggyu isn’t aware of it - he’s hardly aware of anything these days.
Things have changed for Sunggyu. Myungsoo’s constantly watching him, watching for any signs of sickness. But Sunggyu is too good at hiding it, and Myungsoo can’t do anything but watch over Sunggyu as he falls apart on the inside. It simply breaks his heart, having to watch one of his closest friends fade away, when the end is so close.
And so it continues like this - Myungsoo’s concern and Sunggyu’s denials.
None of their friends know because Sunggyu wants it to stay that way, as confusing as it seems to Myungsoo. Myungsoo’s standing in Sungjong’s living room, surrounded by a crowd of other people that Sungjong invited bullied into coming over watching Hoya and Dongwoo duke it out on Dance Dance Revolution. Needless to say, the duo soon got sick of the game and proceeded to start freestyling on their own. Sunggyu’s standing in the corner, nursing his cup of ice water (doctor says no alcohol), and lost in his own thoughts when Myungsoo sees him.
Woohyun.
Afraid of Sunggyu’s reaction, Myungsoo takes the first opportunity he sees to break away from the crowd that has amassed to see the Yadong’s intense dance battle (a couple of vases break, but no one minds), and confront him.
Seconds later, Myungsoo’s wondering why he decided to talk it out with Woohyun, but it’s too late because the older man is already slammed up against the wall with Myungsoo’s fist hovering inches away from that handsome face. There’s a bubbling feeling in his stomach, like he can’t run away and it’s so indescribable - like his words are stuck in the back of his throat and his thoughts have melded together into one big unexplainable mess. Myungsoo wants an answer from Woohyun, but what answer? He was pinning all his hopes and fears on what Woohyun would say, like his answer would explain why Sunggyu was dying, why Myungsoo was feeling so much pain in his heart, why one of the most perfect relationships on earth fell apart the way theirs did.
Fortunately, Woohyun is endowed with better vocal skills and the older male takes this opportunity to question Myungsoo’s insanity. He is in turn, answered with two questions:
“Do you know?” and “Why did you leave him?”
And no, Woohyun doesn’t know, and it just breaks Myungsoo’s heart. So he repeats the second question, and now it’s Woohyun’s turn to look a little lost, a little troubled.
Why did he leave Sunggyu?
That question rings through Woohyun’s mind. All the ready excuses he had on the tip of his tongue escapes from him in that single moment. He doesn’t know how to explain his reasoning to Myungsoo. But he tries anyway.
“I-You-We just. I don’t. I can’t.” Woohyun tries to explain, but it’s not working. Even so, Myungsoo continues looking at him expectantly, and then the dam breaks, and a rush of words are spilling out of Woohyun’s mouth before he can even comprehend what he’s saying.
“I got scared.”
“You- what!?” Woohyun thinks Myungsoo’s eyes can’t possibly get any bigger from surprise. So he continues, hoping that somehow Myungsoo would be able to understand the maze of jumbled and tangled emotions that represents his heart.
“It’s-It’s like Sunggyu’s the earth and I’m the moon. I’m attracted to him, but I can never get close enough, never know enough about him. You know how frustrating that feeling is?
I keep chasing and chasing after him, but I can never catch him. He’s like my drug; the more I see him, the more I touch him, the more I feel him, the more I want. And it’s so scary. Being this addicted is frightening. This feeling of having someone else control all your thoughts and actions unknowingly. Sunggyu is - he’s the sweetest drug you’ll ever taste.
And I - I knew I had to leave before I became too addicted to something I couldn’t have. And then when we started fighting, I realised that I was getting further and further away from him. And that’s what did it for me. The thought of being left stranded without him was too scary to even think about, so I cut him off before he could do the same to me. I left him because I loved him so much it was killing me. I had to.”
Woohyun finishes in a rush, his eyes searching frantically at Myungsoo, as if the younger boy would provide the consolation he so desperately needed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Sunggyu anymore; it was because he loved him too much.
Myungsoo stands there, fist still inches away from the other boys’s face and eyes wide open in surprise at Woohyun’s teary confession. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and grudgingly lets go of Woohyun, only to step backwards into Sunggyu’s stiff figure.
Myungsoo freezes when he realises who’s standing behind him, and the look of alarm on Woohyun’s face is almost laughable, had they not been in such a compromising position. Myungsoo hopes that Sunggyu hadn’t heard, that Sunggyu didn’t know, but his next words erased all hope from his heart.
“How could you?” Sunggyu whispers with tears in his eyes. He’s speechless and he’s shocked, and oh god, why couldn’t his hands stop trembling? He stares at Woohyun, all but ignoring Myungsoo, and he can’t control it anymore, he can’t stop and before he knows it, the tears are spilling over and Sunggyu feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest.
Sunggyu breath hitches as the tears fall mercilessly down, and he turns to walk away, pain searing through his concious thought and memory as he struggles to breath, being pulled under by the blinding agony into his own miserable sea of sorrow.
And Woohyun’s calling him. Woohyun’s running after him. Woohyun is holding onto him.
“I fucking hate you!” Sunggyu chokes out, as he cries; cold tears running down his face, soaking his white shirt, “We’re not supposed to be like this! Why the fuck are you doing this to me!? Why, Woohyun, why!?”
He’s struggling to breathe now, and oh god, it hurts so fucking much, and it’s like he’s suffocating, as he clutches his chest, feeling his heart constricting, crushing any coherent thought he has. He sinks to the floor, his legs no longer strong enough to hold him up, and he can’t hear the panicked shouting around him nor can he hear the cries of pain issuing from between his own lips, because the sorrow and anguish is drowning out everything else.
Everything’s blurry and Sunggyu chokes as he struggles to breath, and more and more it feels like he’s suffocating, the faint tang of metallic iron filtering through the haze around his mind, and somewhere in his subconcious, Sunggyu knows that the blood on his hands, the blood being coughed up is his. He’s clutching onto someone’s shirt, staining it with his own blood, and then the pain starts assaulting his every sense, rolling over his chest in waves as he convulsed, a silent scream ripping its way from his raw and bloody throat.
Woohyun yells desperately for help as Myungsoo dials for an ambulance and all he can focus on is the weak and bloodied man slumped in his arms struggling for air, unable to do anything but listen helplessly to the cries of pain coming from Sunggyu.
“Sunggyu? Sunggyu!” yells Woohyun, his arms wrapped around the boy that was falling apart before his very eyes, “Godammit, don’t close your eyes! Don’t! Stay with me, okay!? Hang on, just - just hang on a bit mo-!“ Sunggyu can’t hear him anymore, the surrounding world has fallen into a dull hum and everything is blurry, shapes and colour blending into one meaningless mass, as the tears continue to fall. His grasp is weakening, and Sunggyu hand falls away from where it was wrapped in Woohyun’s shirt to fall limply by his side, and Woohyun’s crying now, and soon the darkness takes over and Sunggyu collapses completely in Woohyun’s arms, blood soaking through his shirt, and the distant siren of the ambulance tearing its way through the silent night.
There are 65 days remaining in this time limited life.
Pairing: Woogyu
Genre: Angst, drama
Rating: PG -13
Warning: Yaoi, heavy angst
1 month later - 10th August 2011
Sunggyu collapses towards the end of summer when the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous and the colours are a brilliant hue of orange and vivid red streaked with hints of violet. It’s a warm summer evening, and Sunggyu and Myungsoo are at Sungjong’s house. There’s a party but Sunggyu isn’t aware of it - he’s hardly aware of anything these days.
Things have changed for Sunggyu. Myungsoo’s constantly watching him, watching for any signs of sickness. But Sunggyu is too good at hiding it, and Myungsoo can’t do anything but watch over Sunggyu as he falls apart on the inside. It simply breaks his heart, having to watch one of his closest friends fade away, when the end is so close.
And so it continues like this - Myungsoo’s concern and Sunggyu’s denials.
None of their friends know because Sunggyu wants it to stay that way, as confusing as it seems to Myungsoo. Myungsoo’s standing in Sungjong’s living room, surrounded by a crowd of other people that Sungjong invited bullied into coming over watching Hoya and Dongwoo duke it out on Dance Dance Revolution. Needless to say, the duo soon got sick of the game and proceeded to start freestyling on their own. Sunggyu’s standing in the corner, nursing his cup of ice water (doctor says no alcohol), and lost in his own thoughts when Myungsoo sees him.
Woohyun.
Afraid of Sunggyu’s reaction, Myungsoo takes the first opportunity he sees to break away from the crowd that has amassed to see the Yadong’s intense dance battle (a couple of vases break, but no one minds), and confront him.
Seconds later, Myungsoo’s wondering why he decided to talk it out with Woohyun, but it’s too late because the older man is already slammed up against the wall with Myungsoo’s fist hovering inches away from that handsome face. There’s a bubbling feeling in his stomach, like he can’t run away and it’s so indescribable - like his words are stuck in the back of his throat and his thoughts have melded together into one big unexplainable mess. Myungsoo wants an answer from Woohyun, but what answer? He was pinning all his hopes and fears on what Woohyun would say, like his answer would explain why Sunggyu was dying, why Myungsoo was feeling so much pain in his heart, why one of the most perfect relationships on earth fell apart the way theirs did.
Fortunately, Woohyun is endowed with better vocal skills and the older male takes this opportunity to question Myungsoo’s insanity. He is in turn, answered with two questions:
“Do you know?” and “Why did you leave him?”
And no, Woohyun doesn’t know, and it just breaks Myungsoo’s heart. So he repeats the second question, and now it’s Woohyun’s turn to look a little lost, a little troubled.
Why did he leave Sunggyu?
That question rings through Woohyun’s mind. All the ready excuses he had on the tip of his tongue escapes from him in that single moment. He doesn’t know how to explain his reasoning to Myungsoo. But he tries anyway.
“I-You-We just. I don’t. I can’t.” Woohyun tries to explain, but it’s not working. Even so, Myungsoo continues looking at him expectantly, and then the dam breaks, and a rush of words are spilling out of Woohyun’s mouth before he can even comprehend what he’s saying.
“I got scared.”
“You- what!?” Woohyun thinks Myungsoo’s eyes can’t possibly get any bigger from surprise. So he continues, hoping that somehow Myungsoo would be able to understand the maze of jumbled and tangled emotions that represents his heart.
“It’s-It’s like Sunggyu’s the earth and I’m the moon. I’m attracted to him, but I can never get close enough, never know enough about him. You know how frustrating that feeling is?
I keep chasing and chasing after him, but I can never catch him. He’s like my drug; the more I see him, the more I touch him, the more I feel him, the more I want. And it’s so scary. Being this addicted is frightening. This feeling of having someone else control all your thoughts and actions unknowingly. Sunggyu is - he’s the sweetest drug you’ll ever taste.
And I - I knew I had to leave before I became too addicted to something I couldn’t have. And then when we started fighting, I realised that I was getting further and further away from him. And that’s what did it for me. The thought of being left stranded without him was too scary to even think about, so I cut him off before he could do the same to me. I left him because I loved him so much it was killing me. I had to.”
Woohyun finishes in a rush, his eyes searching frantically at Myungsoo, as if the younger boy would provide the consolation he so desperately needed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Sunggyu anymore; it was because he loved him too much.
Myungsoo stands there, fist still inches away from the other boys’s face and eyes wide open in surprise at Woohyun’s teary confession. Slowly, he lowers his arm, and grudgingly lets go of Woohyun, only to step backwards into Sunggyu’s stiff figure.
Myungsoo freezes when he realises who’s standing behind him, and the look of alarm on Woohyun’s face is almost laughable, had they not been in such a compromising position. Myungsoo hopes that Sunggyu hadn’t heard, that Sunggyu didn’t know, but his next words erased all hope from his heart.
“How could you?” Sunggyu whispers with tears in his eyes. He’s speechless and he’s shocked, and oh god, why couldn’t his hands stop trembling? He stares at Woohyun, all but ignoring Myungsoo, and he can’t control it anymore, he can’t stop and before he knows it, the tears are spilling over and Sunggyu feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest.
Sunggyu breath hitches as the tears fall mercilessly down, and he turns to walk away, pain searing through his concious thought and memory as he struggles to breath, being pulled under by the blinding agony into his own miserable sea of sorrow.
And Woohyun’s calling him. Woohyun’s running after him. Woohyun is holding onto him.
“I fucking hate you!” Sunggyu chokes out, as he cries; cold tears running down his face, soaking his white shirt, “We’re not supposed to be like this! Why the fuck are you doing this to me!? Why, Woohyun, why!?”
He’s struggling to breathe now, and oh god, it hurts so fucking much, and it’s like he’s suffocating, as he clutches his chest, feeling his heart constricting, crushing any coherent thought he has. He sinks to the floor, his legs no longer strong enough to hold him up, and he can’t hear the panicked shouting around him nor can he hear the cries of pain issuing from between his own lips, because the sorrow and anguish is drowning out everything else.
Everything’s blurry and Sunggyu chokes as he struggles to breath, and more and more it feels like he’s suffocating, the faint tang of metallic iron filtering through the haze around his mind, and somewhere in his subconcious, Sunggyu knows that the blood on his hands, the blood being coughed up is his. He’s clutching onto someone’s shirt, staining it with his own blood, and then the pain starts assaulting his every sense, rolling over his chest in waves as he convulsed, a silent scream ripping its way from his raw and bloody throat.
Woohyun yells desperately for help as Myungsoo dials for an ambulance and all he can focus on is the weak and bloodied man slumped in his arms struggling for air, unable to do anything but listen helplessly to the cries of pain coming from Sunggyu.
“Sunggyu? Sunggyu!” yells Woohyun, his arms wrapped around the boy that was falling apart before his very eyes, “Godammit, don’t close your eyes! Don’t! Stay with me, okay!? Hang on, just - just hang on a bit mo-!“ Sunggyu can’t hear him anymore, the surrounding world has fallen into a dull hum and everything is blurry, shapes and colour blending into one meaningless mass, as the tears continue to fall. His grasp is weakening, and Sunggyu hand falls away from where it was wrapped in Woohyun’s shirt to fall limply by his side, and Woohyun’s crying now, and soon the darkness takes over and Sunggyu collapses completely in Woohyun’s arms, blood soaking through his shirt, and the distant siren of the ambulance tearing its way through the silent night.
There are 65 days remaining in this time limited life.