Incineration
Title: Incineration
Fandom: ss501
Rating: Pg
Summary: Something's aren't meant to be fixed.
A/N: for truecoloured , who pretty much spammed me with gifs and made me do this.
When Kyujong hears the news, it’s like the world stopped spinning and he’s run face first into a brick wall. The impact isn’t nearly as painful as he imagines it would be, not when his heart feels like its been incinerated.
Kyujong, if he’s being honest with himself, can’t say he’s surprised. It shouldn’t be as shocking as it is, really. But, some how, no matter how many times he tells himself this, his heart doesn’t listen.
Hyunjoong doesn’t even show up to the meeting, Kyujong notes, that smug bastard doesn’t even have the audacity to be there, for them; for him. Kyujong thinks he hates him, but then hating him would take his entire being; heart, mind and soul. And really, it’s much, much easier to just love him.
When they arrive home, Kyujong’s heart tipped precariously on the edge of never being fixed, and Hyunjoong isn’t there, Kyujong thinks he really does hate him.
He hates him for leaving, for not telling him first. He hates him for wanting to run away and flourish, for leaving Kyujong behind, but most of all, he hates him because Hyunjoong stole his heart, like the greedy ass he is, and refuses to give it back.
Kyujong wants to tell him, wants to yell at him and tell him to stop being a greedy attention whore, but then Hyunjoong comes home well after curfew and Kyujong’s mind is a bit hazy.
Kyujong thinks he looks like shit, his hair is ruffled off to the sides, sticking precariously out in all directions. His clothes are rumpled and the odor he gives off screams soju. Kyujong wonders why he is drinking, when of all people it should be him. He was the one getting left behind, while Hyunjoong was off gallivanting the city, searching for bigger and better things.
Hyunjoong stumbles, his socked feet slipping slightly on the floor as he tries to maneuver his way to the bed, their bed. Kyujong wants to get up and help him, but he can’t. He can’t because if he does, then Hyunjoong might notice the fresh salty tear tracks staining his cheeks. He stands up anyway, gropes out in the blindness for where he thinks Hyunjoon is. His fingers grasp the flimsy material of Hyunjoong’s shirt, curling around it and pulling him down onto the bed with an ‘oomph’.
Hyunjoong mumbles something unintelligent and Kyujong rolls his eyes, because Hyunjoong is always muttering idiotically when he’s drunk.
“Idiot,” Kyujong whispers, fingers stroking the hair out of his eyes. Hyunjoong is beautiful, even when he is drunk. His shirt slips down over his shoulder revealing the jutted collarbone. Kyujong swallows thickly because he is supposed to hate him. Supposed to be mad at him for leaving, but he can’t force himself to.
Not when Hyunjoong is being ridiculously cute or rolling over and kissing Kyujong’s chin instead of his lips. Kyujong freezes, the feeling of Hyunjoon’s lips on his skin ignites a fire within his body. Kyujong forces himself not to react, forces himself to keep his emotions at bay. His body tenses up, not responding at all to his affection. Sometimes sparing oneself only does further damage in the long run. Hyunjoong murmurs against his skin, his soju flavored breath filling Kyujong’s nostrils, an overpowering sensation.
Hyunjoong kisses his neck, whispers an ‘I love’ before kissing his jawline and finishing the sentence with a ‘you’. Kyujong hears the sound of his heart shattering in his chest, his body can’t move suddenly, hands falling limply beside him on the sheets.
Hyunjoong sighs, moving away from him and whispering “I’m sorry,” leaving Kyujong breathless, stunned, and a little lost.
Sometimes Kyujong thinks life really is unfair.
A/N: Thanks to truecoloured for helping me edit.
Fandom: ss501
Rating: Pg
Summary: Something's aren't meant to be fixed.
A/N: for truecoloured , who pretty much spammed me with gifs and made me do this.
When Kyujong hears the news, it’s like the world stopped spinning and he’s run face first into a brick wall. The impact isn’t nearly as painful as he imagines it would be, not when his heart feels like its been incinerated.
Kyujong, if he’s being honest with himself, can’t say he’s surprised. It shouldn’t be as shocking as it is, really. But, some how, no matter how many times he tells himself this, his heart doesn’t listen.
Hyunjoong doesn’t even show up to the meeting, Kyujong notes, that smug bastard doesn’t even have the audacity to be there, for them; for him. Kyujong thinks he hates him, but then hating him would take his entire being; heart, mind and soul. And really, it’s much, much easier to just love him.
When they arrive home, Kyujong’s heart tipped precariously on the edge of never being fixed, and Hyunjoong isn’t there, Kyujong thinks he really does hate him.
He hates him for leaving, for not telling him first. He hates him for wanting to run away and flourish, for leaving Kyujong behind, but most of all, he hates him because Hyunjoong stole his heart, like the greedy ass he is, and refuses to give it back.
Kyujong wants to tell him, wants to yell at him and tell him to stop being a greedy attention whore, but then Hyunjoong comes home well after curfew and Kyujong’s mind is a bit hazy.
Kyujong thinks he looks like shit, his hair is ruffled off to the sides, sticking precariously out in all directions. His clothes are rumpled and the odor he gives off screams soju. Kyujong wonders why he is drinking, when of all people it should be him. He was the one getting left behind, while Hyunjoong was off gallivanting the city, searching for bigger and better things.
Hyunjoong stumbles, his socked feet slipping slightly on the floor as he tries to maneuver his way to the bed, their bed. Kyujong wants to get up and help him, but he can’t. He can’t because if he does, then Hyunjoong might notice the fresh salty tear tracks staining his cheeks. He stands up anyway, gropes out in the blindness for where he thinks Hyunjoon is. His fingers grasp the flimsy material of Hyunjoong’s shirt, curling around it and pulling him down onto the bed with an ‘oomph’.
Hyunjoong mumbles something unintelligent and Kyujong rolls his eyes, because Hyunjoong is always muttering idiotically when he’s drunk.
“Idiot,” Kyujong whispers, fingers stroking the hair out of his eyes. Hyunjoong is beautiful, even when he is drunk. His shirt slips down over his shoulder revealing the jutted collarbone. Kyujong swallows thickly because he is supposed to hate him. Supposed to be mad at him for leaving, but he can’t force himself to.
Not when Hyunjoong is being ridiculously cute or rolling over and kissing Kyujong’s chin instead of his lips. Kyujong freezes, the feeling of Hyunjoon’s lips on his skin ignites a fire within his body. Kyujong forces himself not to react, forces himself to keep his emotions at bay. His body tenses up, not responding at all to his affection. Sometimes sparing oneself only does further damage in the long run. Hyunjoong murmurs against his skin, his soju flavored breath filling Kyujong’s nostrils, an overpowering sensation.
Hyunjoong kisses his neck, whispers an ‘I love’ before kissing his jawline and finishing the sentence with a ‘you’. Kyujong hears the sound of his heart shattering in his chest, his body can’t move suddenly, hands falling limply beside him on the sheets.
Hyunjoong sighs, moving away from him and whispering “I’m sorry,” leaving Kyujong breathless, stunned, and a little lost.
Sometimes Kyujong thinks life really is unfair.
A/N: Thanks to truecoloured for helping me edit.