2PM 40 Fanfic Challenge: 11. "Get away"
Title: Please
Prompt/Theme: 11. "Get Away"
Pairing:Jaebum/Nickhun
Rating: PG
Summary: Nickhun doesn't want him to go, so why does he continue to slip away?
Fanfic index: 2PM 40 Fanfic Challenge
“I told you to stop calling me,”
The words stung as always, piercing his heart like a bullet. Not that Nickhun knew what being hit by a bullet felt like, but he had a feeling it couldn’t be worse than this. Those words over the phone, and the speaker’s absence by his side was painful and apparent. It hurt, but his words hurt worse.
“I must have not understood you,” Nickhun brushed off lightly, masking his hurt. “Being a foreigner and all.”
“Don’t give me that shit, I told you in English and Korean,” the voice snapped.
There was a stony silence for a while, and it unsettled Nickhun even though he made no move to say anything. How could he say anything? The empty space begged to be filled, but it was already full. Not with words or voices, but with tension and emotion that had long been unexplored or touched. It was altogether frightening.
A sigh came from the other end of the phone.
“It’s for the best Nickhun,” it said weakly. “You know I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice right?”
“You do have a choice,”
Nickhun heard the other man start to choke, his voice constricting. It came out scraggly and muffled through the ear-piece. It plodded on as if Nickhun hadn’t said anything.
“You know that I care about you, right? Everyone, but especially you. In a different way than the others. I just can’t,” He choked again, his breath coming short. “I can’t bare to put you through anymore pain. I messed up once, this is the only way I can’t mess up again,”
“That’s not true,” Nickhun pleaded. “Please don’t say that, everything will be fine. I don’t care if you don’t talk to me as long as you pick up my calls, let me know you’re alright,”
“I will be,” the voice was suddenly hard now, yet Nickhun knew it was forced, almost strained. “And so will you once you pretend I was never there,”
“Stop it, please stop it,”
“Don’t make me say it, Nickhun please, I’m begging you,”
“Don’t leave us, don’t leave me,”
“Nickhun…”
“Don’t force me to try and forget you, to want to forget you because it hurts that you won’t answer me anymore,”
“Only when you forget me can everything pass,”
“That’s not the solution,”
“Nickhun, I’m warning you,”
“Please,”
“Get away from me,”
Nickhun was stunned, standing in the dark bathroom. The door was locked, and he was trapped inside. He was the only one who could hear those words, and in his solitary moment he was forced to confront the cold reality of those harsh words.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he breathed. Nickhun could swear he heard the gentle drip of a tear. Or was that the leaky faucet?
“You don’t mean it,”
“I do,” he said, his voice finally breaking. “And that’s what hurts the most. Now please, don’t call me again. It’ll just hurt more.”
After he Nickhun heard the dull tone that meant the phone had hung up, Nickhun kept it up to his ear. He stood there in the damp, cold bathroom. Its darkness enclosed him in its grasp, and he gasped desperately into the receiver. Grasping it with both hands he sobbed, tears clouding his eyes, and a flush coming to his face. He choked on his saliva like a child, begging to the man who could no longer hear him.
“Come back Jaebum, please come back! Don’t leave me!”
In a bedroom miles away, in another time zone and place, a young man grasped at his own phone. As it usually was when he thought about him, he couldn’t muster the strength to speak, even to himself. Jaebum just cried, as he curled onto his bed, the rain outside splashing against his window in torrents that was akin to the pounding of his heart.
Prompt/Theme: 11. "Get Away"
Pairing:Jaebum/Nickhun
Rating: PG
Summary: Nickhun doesn't want him to go, so why does he continue to slip away?
Fanfic index: 2PM 40 Fanfic Challenge
“I told you to stop calling me,”
The words stung as always, piercing his heart like a bullet. Not that Nickhun knew what being hit by a bullet felt like, but he had a feeling it couldn’t be worse than this. Those words over the phone, and the speaker’s absence by his side was painful and apparent. It hurt, but his words hurt worse.
“I must have not understood you,” Nickhun brushed off lightly, masking his hurt. “Being a foreigner and all.”
“Don’t give me that shit, I told you in English and Korean,” the voice snapped.
There was a stony silence for a while, and it unsettled Nickhun even though he made no move to say anything. How could he say anything? The empty space begged to be filled, but it was already full. Not with words or voices, but with tension and emotion that had long been unexplored or touched. It was altogether frightening.
A sigh came from the other end of the phone.
“It’s for the best Nickhun,” it said weakly. “You know I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice right?”
“You do have a choice,”
Nickhun heard the other man start to choke, his voice constricting. It came out scraggly and muffled through the ear-piece. It plodded on as if Nickhun hadn’t said anything.
“You know that I care about you, right? Everyone, but especially you. In a different way than the others. I just can’t,” He choked again, his breath coming short. “I can’t bare to put you through anymore pain. I messed up once, this is the only way I can’t mess up again,”
“That’s not true,” Nickhun pleaded. “Please don’t say that, everything will be fine. I don’t care if you don’t talk to me as long as you pick up my calls, let me know you’re alright,”
“I will be,” the voice was suddenly hard now, yet Nickhun knew it was forced, almost strained. “And so will you once you pretend I was never there,”
“Stop it, please stop it,”
“Don’t make me say it, Nickhun please, I’m begging you,”
“Don’t leave us, don’t leave me,”
“Nickhun…”
“Don’t force me to try and forget you, to want to forget you because it hurts that you won’t answer me anymore,”
“Only when you forget me can everything pass,”
“That’s not the solution,”
“Nickhun, I’m warning you,”
“Please,”
“Get away from me,”
Nickhun was stunned, standing in the dark bathroom. The door was locked, and he was trapped inside. He was the only one who could hear those words, and in his solitary moment he was forced to confront the cold reality of those harsh words.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he breathed. Nickhun could swear he heard the gentle drip of a tear. Or was that the leaky faucet?
“You don’t mean it,”
“I do,” he said, his voice finally breaking. “And that’s what hurts the most. Now please, don’t call me again. It’ll just hurt more.”
After he Nickhun heard the dull tone that meant the phone had hung up, Nickhun kept it up to his ear. He stood there in the damp, cold bathroom. Its darkness enclosed him in its grasp, and he gasped desperately into the receiver. Grasping it with both hands he sobbed, tears clouding his eyes, and a flush coming to his face. He choked on his saliva like a child, begging to the man who could no longer hear him.
“Come back Jaebum, please come back! Don’t leave me!”
In a bedroom miles away, in another time zone and place, a young man grasped at his own phone. As it usually was when he thought about him, he couldn’t muster the strength to speak, even to himself. Jaebum just cried, as he curled onto his bed, the rain outside splashing against his window in torrents that was akin to the pounding of his heart.