30 day short fic challenge: 14. Furious - Sungmin
Title: 14. Furious - Sungmin
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Sungmin/Soohyun (Rule 63!Ki-o)
Word count: 430
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
He breaks his hand when it connects with the wall. It's better than with his friend's face. Former friend, he thinks, cursing under his breath. He'd felt the moment his hand broke, too. The bones crunching in his knuckles. He doesn't care, though. He feels better, the pain numbs the anger he feels. The way his heart hurts when he saw his best friend with the girl he likes. Liked. Thought he liked.
It's how Soohyun finds him. He's cradling his arms, blood on his knuckles and there's not a mark on the wall. He'd already rubbed the blood off with his sleeve before the pain really set in. But now it's blinding and he can't think.
"Sungmin?" Soohyun says, there's frantic note to her voice, but it's also a little pissed. He doesn't look at her, not as she wraps paper towels along his hand and drags him into the bathroom.
He hisses as she washes his hand off and tries to protest as she gets a taxi to take them to a clinic, not even the hospital. She watches him, a fierce look on her face, as he gets his hand fixed. There's no surgery, but he can't use his hand for a long time. Too long.
She doesn't leave his flat, she does her homework there, sleeps in his clothes and makes him eat. She doesn't ask him what's wrong, but he knows she's probably aware of what happened. Especially since he won't answer his phone.
She stays with him for a week and it's not until she leaves that he realizes he's been in love with the wrong person the whole time. He wants to punch another wall, but he doesn't. He wants to tell her how he feels, but he won't. He can't. It's too soon.
He hates himself, he hates her, he hates his ex-friend and his girlfriend. He hates everyone and he stops answering his phone. He goes to work and class, glad at least that he'd thought to punch the wall with the hand he doesn't write with.
A month passes and then she shows up at his door. He pulls her into his flat and tries to kiss her. She pushes him away, yells at him. And then she kisses him. She cries, he might cry, too. He apologizes, she calls him names. They both hate each other, but not really. He understands, now. She's been waiting him out, trying to get him to see. But he was too stupid. And then he was too angry.
But now, now he knows.
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Sungmin/Soohyun (Rule 63!Ki-o)
Word count: 430
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found here and the full challenge here.
He breaks his hand when it connects with the wall. It's better than with his friend's face. Former friend, he thinks, cursing under his breath. He'd felt the moment his hand broke, too. The bones crunching in his knuckles. He doesn't care, though. He feels better, the pain numbs the anger he feels. The way his heart hurts when he saw his best friend with the girl he likes. Liked. Thought he liked.
It's how Soohyun finds him. He's cradling his arms, blood on his knuckles and there's not a mark on the wall. He'd already rubbed the blood off with his sleeve before the pain really set in. But now it's blinding and he can't think.
"Sungmin?" Soohyun says, there's frantic note to her voice, but it's also a little pissed. He doesn't look at her, not as she wraps paper towels along his hand and drags him into the bathroom.
He hisses as she washes his hand off and tries to protest as she gets a taxi to take them to a clinic, not even the hospital. She watches him, a fierce look on her face, as he gets his hand fixed. There's no surgery, but he can't use his hand for a long time. Too long.
She doesn't leave his flat, she does her homework there, sleeps in his clothes and makes him eat. She doesn't ask him what's wrong, but he knows she's probably aware of what happened. Especially since he won't answer his phone.
She stays with him for a week and it's not until she leaves that he realizes he's been in love with the wrong person the whole time. He wants to punch another wall, but he doesn't. He wants to tell her how he feels, but he won't. He can't. It's too soon.
He hates himself, he hates her, he hates his ex-friend and his girlfriend. He hates everyone and he stops answering his phone. He goes to work and class, glad at least that he'd thought to punch the wall with the hand he doesn't write with.
A month passes and then she shows up at his door. He pulls her into his flat and tries to kiss her. She pushes him away, yells at him. And then she kisses him. She cries, he might cry, too. He apologizes, she calls him names. They both hate each other, but not really. He understands, now. She's been waiting him out, trying to get him to see. But he was too stupid. And then he was too angry.
But now, now he knows.