Escape Plan (1/?)
Title: Escape Plan (1/?)
Author: Me (coffeecheese)
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung ; (side: Khunwoo later on..)
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing) maybe R later on.
Disclaimer: new at LJ. Take mercy on me. xP. Comments appreciated. I want to own PM so bad..but I can't *sniffle*
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He's living, but he's not living.
He's there, but he's not there.
He knows they see him. But, do they see him? He knows they hear him but do they hear him? Floating endlessly in a dark pit filled with unanswered questions, and locked up emotions.
He needs to escape. But, how will he escape?
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"Hey, Woo. Pass me the milk."
"Oh, yeah. sure.." Wooyoung dread mornings, he really does. He hates waking up on mornings, with the damn sun shining in his face. The fact that Chansung, at the age of 21, still does not know what personal space is.
Having to wake up to his foot suffocating him every morning isn't fun; just so you know.
"Here." he rests the carton on the counter.
"Woo"
I only have one schedule today. What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?
"Wooyoung!"
"WHAT?" he screams.
"Dude, I asked for the milk, and you rested on the counter."
"What's your point, Junho?" he says stuffing more food in his mouth.
"I'M OVER HERE! On the other side of the room...you mind. I don't know. BRINGING IT OVER HERE?"
"Listen. You wanted me to get the milk out of the fridge. So, I did. Okay?"
"No, I asked you to fucking hand me the milk. Not take it out of the fridge, and rest somewhere. Where it's no where NEAR ME!"
"Who the hell are you screaming at, you piece of crap?!"
"You! What the fuck is wrong with you lately? Huh? Why have you been acting so damn, distant and bitchy? That time of the month?
"You little shit. Watch how your talking to me. Before you regret it." Wooyoung shoots him the darkest and coldest glare, he's ever giving anyone. Junho takes a step back. His face showing sudden fear.
"Look, fine w-whatever." he said, rushing back to his room, and closing his door. He hears the faint lock of the door.
Wooyoung sighs, in regret.
I'm sorry.
"You better apologize to him later." Wooyoung jumps at the sudden intrusion.
"Taec"
"Hyung. Taec..hyung"
"Yeah, whatever."
"No not whatever. What's wrong Wooyoung? Really?"
"Nothing! Okay?" Wooyoung screams. "Nothing is wrong, will you people just back the fuck off!"
Wooyoung gets off the stool and heads to the sink. He drops the bowl with a big "clank". Just when he was about to move away from the sink. He feels a strong hand, pushing him up against, the counter, trapping him in a corner.
"Let me go."
Taec doesn't answer.
"Let. Me. Go. Now." he threats; poison dripping with the sound of each word.
Taecyeon stares into these deadly orbs, with intensity. Trying hard to see a spark. Something, that will show Wooyoung's vulnerable side. But, nothing. He sees nothing.
Is it no longer there? He thinks.
He finally loosens his grip. Once released, Wooyoung forcibly pushes Taec away. He grabs his jacket, and heads for the door. But, suddenly stops, and turns to Taec.
"I suggest you no longer look for that side of me, your so in love with. Because, it's gone. That part of me is dead. Deal with it." he spits out.
Taecyeon stands there, eyes wide open. He flinches at the sound of the front door closing. His heart drops, coming to realize; that maybe just..maybe. That Wooyoung really is gone.
Author: Me (coffeecheese)
Pairing: Taecyeon/Wooyoung ; (side: Khunwoo later on..)
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing) maybe R later on.
Disclaimer: new at LJ. Take mercy on me. xP. Comments appreciated. I want to own PM so bad..but I can't *sniffle*
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He's living, but he's not living.
He's there, but he's not there.
He knows they see him. But, do they see him? He knows they hear him but do they hear him? Floating endlessly in a dark pit filled with unanswered questions, and locked up emotions.
He needs to escape. But, how will he escape?
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"Hey, Woo. Pass me the milk."
"Oh, yeah. sure.." Wooyoung dread mornings, he really does. He hates waking up on mornings, with the damn sun shining in his face. The fact that Chansung, at the age of 21, still does not know what personal space is.
Having to wake up to his foot suffocating him every morning isn't fun; just so you know.
"Here." he rests the carton on the counter.
"Woo"
I only have one schedule today. What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?
"Wooyoung!"
"WHAT?" he screams.
"Dude, I asked for the milk, and you rested on the counter."
"What's your point, Junho?" he says stuffing more food in his mouth.
"I'M OVER HERE! On the other side of the room...you mind. I don't know. BRINGING IT OVER HERE?"
"Listen. You wanted me to get the milk out of the fridge. So, I did. Okay?"
"No, I asked you to fucking hand me the milk. Not take it out of the fridge, and rest somewhere. Where it's no where NEAR ME!"
"Who the hell are you screaming at, you piece of crap?!"
"You! What the fuck is wrong with you lately? Huh? Why have you been acting so damn, distant and bitchy? That time of the month?
"You little shit. Watch how your talking to me. Before you regret it." Wooyoung shoots him the darkest and coldest glare, he's ever giving anyone. Junho takes a step back. His face showing sudden fear.
"Look, fine w-whatever." he said, rushing back to his room, and closing his door. He hears the faint lock of the door.
Wooyoung sighs, in regret.
I'm sorry.
"You better apologize to him later." Wooyoung jumps at the sudden intrusion.
"Taec"
"Hyung. Taec..hyung"
"Yeah, whatever."
"No not whatever. What's wrong Wooyoung? Really?"
"Nothing! Okay?" Wooyoung screams. "Nothing is wrong, will you people just back the fuck off!"
Wooyoung gets off the stool and heads to the sink. He drops the bowl with a big "clank". Just when he was about to move away from the sink. He feels a strong hand, pushing him up against, the counter, trapping him in a corner.
"Let me go."
Taec doesn't answer.
"Let. Me. Go. Now." he threats; poison dripping with the sound of each word.
Taecyeon stares into these deadly orbs, with intensity. Trying hard to see a spark. Something, that will show Wooyoung's vulnerable side. But, nothing. He sees nothing.
Is it no longer there? He thinks.
He finally loosens his grip. Once released, Wooyoung forcibly pushes Taec away. He grabs his jacket, and heads for the door. But, suddenly stops, and turns to Taec.
"I suggest you no longer look for that side of me, your so in love with. Because, it's gone. That part of me is dead. Deal with it." he spits out.
Taecyeon stands there, eyes wide open. He flinches at the sound of the front door closing. His heart drops, coming to realize; that maybe just..maybe. That Wooyoung really is gone.