ruined
ruined ~343 words
sihan & pg13
this kind of sucks really hard but i wanted to write fic so sue me!
baxiongdi ーsworn brother
it was like those words didn't mean anything at all. not anymore, now that he left and isn't going to come back. you watch the news reports, barely remembering enough mandarin to take in what you're hearing. you stare at the television, watching the contours of the man who ruined you execute perfectly timed dance moves, as expected.
it's the same thing day in and day out now, no longer can this man come around to cheer you up, he can't cook for you, can't hug you, and you're sure that you're becoming a different person because of it.
instead of him engrossing your life, it's Him, your Father who art in Heaven. He's always been a huge part of your life, no doubt, but you can't turn away even for a second now. if you did, you'd just be overcome with sorrow, crying yourself to sleep again every night. much like it was when you first found that bastard of a chinese. (the realization that you were in love)
bastard? you shake your head because you know that's not what you should call him. you love that man. you know you love him, you can recall the moment when it first happened like it was yesterday, even if it happened so long ago... ah, trainee days.
but that's enough. you splash cold water on your face and take a deep breath. no use losing sleep over what can't be changed, right? you slink out of your bathroom and trod back to your room, crawling into the all-too-small bed that you once shared with geng. you can recall those nights but you'd rather not.
looking up at the stick on glow in the dark stars overhead, you begin to nod off, counting sheep, doing anything to keep your mind off of him so that maybe you can get some sleep tonight. no. you pray you can get some sleep tonight. since he left, without giving you any word... this is what you've become.
han geng ruined choi siwon in more ways than one.
sihan & pg13
this kind of sucks really hard but i wanted to write fic so sue me!
baxiongdi ーsworn brother
it was like those words didn't mean anything at all. not anymore, now that he left and isn't going to come back. you watch the news reports, barely remembering enough mandarin to take in what you're hearing. you stare at the television, watching the contours of the man who ruined you execute perfectly timed dance moves, as expected.
it's the same thing day in and day out now, no longer can this man come around to cheer you up, he can't cook for you, can't hug you, and you're sure that you're becoming a different person because of it.
instead of him engrossing your life, it's Him, your Father who art in Heaven. He's always been a huge part of your life, no doubt, but you can't turn away even for a second now. if you did, you'd just be overcome with sorrow, crying yourself to sleep again every night. much like it was when you first found that bastard of a chinese. (the realization that you were in love)
bastard? you shake your head because you know that's not what you should call him. you love that man. you know you love him, you can recall the moment when it first happened like it was yesterday, even if it happened so long ago... ah, trainee days.
but that's enough. you splash cold water on your face and take a deep breath. no use losing sleep over what can't be changed, right? you slink out of your bathroom and trod back to your room, crawling into the all-too-small bed that you once shared with geng. you can recall those nights but you'd rather not.
looking up at the stick on glow in the dark stars overhead, you begin to nod off, counting sheep, doing anything to keep your mind off of him so that maybe you can get some sleep tonight. no. you pray you can get some sleep tonight. since he left, without giving you any word... this is what you've become.
han geng ruined choi siwon in more ways than one.