drabble, “tox. de.”
Title; tox. de.
Fandom/Pairing; HanChul
Rating; PG
Summary; Han Geng didn't think it was possible to have to detox after losing someone.
Author's Note; The title is a play on the term “detox”. It just popped into my head as I was getting ready to go to sleep, and then I started writing it in my journal. It's short, and it's painful for my lovable main character of this drabble. But I never wish any pain like this for Geng in real life. I love that man so much, but this bears a symbolic meaning for me. I don't think anyone else would get it XD
Word Count; 224
Your body is against you. Every move you make is like a dagger to your joints. All joints, all at once, no matter which one is trying to be moved. It all screams back at you, asking why they were cursed to have such a fool as their owner. You cry in response.
Your answer is in tears, even though it only hurts more. The only thing you want is your freedom back. The freedom to breathe normally and painlessly.
It’s almost easier to hate him now, isn’t it? Him? You know, the one that put you in this position? The one who walks, talks, looks like a girl, and maybe even has a few people fooled, gender-wise.
It’s almost easy to hate Heechul. Without knowing him, or without that plane ticket, you, Han Geng, wouldn’t be in this state.
Your body wouldn’t be doing this. You didn’t think it was possible to go through a detox after separating from someone. But Heechul was your life. Now he was a speck in the distance you couldn’t even reach.
Doesn’t that hurt so fucking much?
It does.
But you stop crying. You stop breathing. The pain melts away, and you wonder if you’ve died.
You haven’t. You’re so alive. You’re alive, and the pain subsided. You’re alive and the tears are dried.
But you’re alone.
Fandom/Pairing; HanChul
Rating; PG
Summary; Han Geng didn't think it was possible to have to detox after losing someone.
Author's Note; The title is a play on the term “detox”. It just popped into my head as I was getting ready to go to sleep, and then I started writing it in my journal. It's short, and it's painful for my lovable main character of this drabble. But I never wish any pain like this for Geng in real life. I love that man so much, but this bears a symbolic meaning for me. I don't think anyone else would get it XD
Word Count; 224
Your body is against you. Every move you make is like a dagger to your joints. All joints, all at once, no matter which one is trying to be moved. It all screams back at you, asking why they were cursed to have such a fool as their owner. You cry in response.
Your answer is in tears, even though it only hurts more. The only thing you want is your freedom back. The freedom to breathe normally and painlessly.
It’s almost easier to hate him now, isn’t it? Him? You know, the one that put you in this position? The one who walks, talks, looks like a girl, and maybe even has a few people fooled, gender-wise.
It’s almost easy to hate Heechul. Without knowing him, or without that plane ticket, you, Han Geng, wouldn’t be in this state.
Your body wouldn’t be doing this. You didn’t think it was possible to go through a detox after separating from someone. But Heechul was your life. Now he was a speck in the distance you couldn’t even reach.
Doesn’t that hurt so fucking much?
It does.
But you stop crying. You stop breathing. The pain melts away, and you wonder if you’ve died.
You haven’t. You’re so alive. You’re alive, and the pain subsided. You’re alive and the tears are dried.
But you’re alone.