Swim Good
Wooyoung leaned back against the head of his seat, his eyes closed, but his ears open. The cop that stood outside of his door, delivered him the usual speech on speeding, but he wasn’t listening. No, he blocked out the cop and listened to the constant dripping coming from his trunk. That was the only thing he heard and it was the only thing that mattered.
“Do you understand?” the cop asked, pissed that Wooyoung clearly was not paying attention.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, fatigue gracing his face. He hadn’t slept in days and if he could just make it where he needed to be then everything would be fine.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The officer handed Wooyoung his ticket and walked away from the car. Wooyoung sped off, never looking back, but once again paying close attention to the dripping. His trunk had been dripping ever since he left but nobody seemed to notice but him. He had been pulled over numerous times in the past few days, for speeding, yet none of the officers noticed the steady red drips seeping out or the trail that they left. No, no one noticed but him. Wooyoung didn’t even know what was causing the dripping, and he wasn’t exactly eager to find out either, but he did know that there were five more miles until he met his destination. Whether he checked then or not was a decision to make then, but he had to hurry.
Wooyoung loosened the collar of his black suit. A suit that fit him liked a second skin and that he would not take off even at the end. He had been roaming this whole time in the suit, infinitely ready for whatever bad news could come his way; of course, he had already received the worst news of his life, but what was the point in adjusting? No, this black suit was his life now and his only way out was to drive. He was almost there and then it would all be over. Only two more miles and it would all be over.
He could remember the day he got the call, his world crashing down around him.
“He’s dead. Don’t bother coming to see him, he’s already been cremated.”
That was it. Khun’s mother hung up the phone. Wooyoung couldn’t believe it. He knew that they didn’t like the fact that they were together but to have Khun cremated before he got to say goodbye was beyond dislike, it was hatred. They hadn’t even told him how he died; all he knew was that he was gone and there was no way for him to come back.
Wooyoung hit his steering wheel, the horn blaring. There were no other cars on the road and he liked it that way. The faster he could go the better. He only had one mile left and nothing was going to stop him.
Wooyoung came to a fork in the road. One road sign reading “5 miles to Kinip.” And the other was blocked off with a sign reading “Dead End.” Wooyoung got out of his car and moved the bars blocking the road, then got back in his car and drove up the steep path, quickly coming to another barred off area, except there was nothing beyond it but the ocean.
Wooyoung parked and turned off his car. He stepped out and took a deep breath. The sea air being completely refreshing compared to the stale air inside of his car. He had been on his journey for almost a week, nonstop, so he was beginning to feel like he was suffocating. Wooyoung took one look at the ocean and began to cry. He hadn’t yet; not even when the phone went silent in his ear or when he tried to call khuns parents back to no avail. He hadn’t cried and it was about time. He leaned on the bars and watched as his tears fell and mixed in with the ocean, the sun rising slowly in front of him. Then he picked up on it again. His cries had drowned out the dripping, but now it was the only thing he could hear and he was tired of it.
Wooyoung walked to the truck of his jeep and lifted it open. In the corner sat a heart. He picked it up and felt it beat in his hand; shocked he dropped it on the ground. He saw it roll by one of his wheels, but he could also feel it. Wooyoung opened his shirt and saw the scars forming over his skin, where his heart used to be, and then he remembered. He had carved out his heart right before he left home. He didn’t need it, he told himself and threw it in his trunk. Never once had he realized that his heart was missing, but if he could live without it, what was the point of it in the first place?
He picked up his heart, its steady beat scaring him. How in the world was his heart still intact? Khun was dead; his heart should have been falling in pieces around him.
“Khun!!!! Can you hear me??!?!?!? I…I…I need you!!Why did you go? And why couldn’t you take me with you? We’re a team remember?!?!?!? Partners in crime!!! Lovers!!” his voice cracked.
Wooyoung threw his hear over the bars and watched as it splashed into the water.
“Since I didn’t get to say goodbye, I’m coming to you saying ‘Hi’.”
He finally loosened the suit he had been wearing. It finally felt like he could breathe. He climbed over the bars and jumped off of the ledge, into the ocean.
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Wooyoung drifted onto the shore, unconscious. Khun walked alongside him, Wooyoung’s hear in his hand. He crouched down beside his boyfriend and frowned.
“What am I gonna do with you?”
Khun placed the heart on Wooyoung’s stomach and then opened his shirt. He stared down at the scars on Wooyoung’s chest and placed his hands over them. The scars peeled back to reveal the lifted skin where Wooyoung’s heart belonged. Khun took the heart and put it back in its place, healing Wooyoung as he went. He then hit Wooyoung in the chest, waking him up.
“Morning.”
Wooyoung heaved, allowing the oxygen to reach his lungs. Khun sat down and watched the water reach their feet and then retreat.
“Are you ok?” khun asked, not looking away from the water.
Wooyoung sat up.
“Am I dead?”
Khun looked at him, thoroughly pissed.
“No. I pulled you out.”
Wooyoung looked down at his chest, his scars gone. He felt his heart beating.
“Why?”
Khun looked back at the ocean.
“Wooyoung, what were you thinking? You’re trying to swim from something bigger than you.”
“I just wanted to see you. You have no idea how hard this is on me?”
“And it’s not hard on me?!” He turned to him. “Wooyoung, I’m dead. I’ll never get to be with you again and while you may feel the same, you’ll find someone else.”
“No. I don’t want anyone else.”
“I’m sorry Wooyoung.”
Khun got up and began to walk into the ocean.
“Wait!”
Wooyoung ran after him.
“Yes?”
“Can I have a hug?”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Khun frowned. “I’m only here to make sure you became whole again.”
“How can I be whole, without you?!”
Khun walked out of the water and over to Wooyoung.
“Listen to me. I will always be with you. Right here.” Khun pressed his hand up to Wooyoung’s heart.
Wooyoung’s heart sped up.
“Ok?”
Wooyoung grabbed Khun’s hand and Khun pulled away immediately.
“I told you…”
“I’m sorry.”
Khun looked into Wooyoung’s face.
“Screw it.”
Khun grabbed a hold of Wooyoung and clung on. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Khun and nuzzled his face into his neck.
“I miss you so much.” Khun cried out.
“Are you gonna get in trouble for this?”
“Yes, but you’re worth it."
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A/N: what'd u think?!?!?!?! remember guys: im an artist, so im sensitive about my shit. lol psych naw, honest opinions wanted and needed!!!! okie dokie, until next time!!!!