Title: Fray
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: Rated R (Cursing)
Summary: After being devoted to picking up his broken heart, getting fed up, he left some of the pieces behind
Key keeps walking as the cold air brushes through him. The icy feeling on his skin cause himself to finally fall into the ground that would always hold him. He looks down at his hands, the red of his pale skin and the stiff of his fingers, killing himself more on the streets he sat on.
He thinks back on how he got here, how he got to this point. He wanted to know what he did wrong, what he done to lead him here. He thinks back on the things he tried to remember. Someone always told him he would always protect him- someone always told him he would save him, someone told him-someone.
He thinks back. Someone.
As he felt the tears already breaking through and running down his face, he whispers out the name that will forever sound so sweet through his lips.
“Minho”
2 DAYS BEFORE-
“Key open this door!” Minho knocks hardly.
Key still refuses to open the door. He sits there in his room and continues to stare in the silence. He doesn't move, doesn't do anything.
“Key!” Minho yells louder.
He watches the bottles in front of him move. The banging on the doors and the loud yelling moves the liquid inside. Key just stares as it moves. His eyes then caught the short tiny cup just right beside it. He stares, stares long and hard at the tiny piece in front of him.
After some time, he finally picks up the drink and pours some of it into the glass. He picks up the cup and cheers to himself.
“Cheers to you asshole” And in one gulp he swallows the drink whole.
Minho got tired of waiting, respecting the boundaries of his roommate’s isolation. He turns back and goes to look for something he was so familiar with, the hammer.
He hammers down the door knob and with a kick and a slam, it opens. He watches Key as he doesn't even look up to see him.
“Key” he rushes over the boy, but he gets up before Minho even had the chance to touch him. He doesn’t say a word but just grabs his keys and his jacket already waiting for him by the door and heads out.
Minho runs towards him and walks out the door behind him. “And where are you going?!”
Key doesn’t answer him; he continues down stairs and unlocks his car.
Minho hears it starts and in a matter of seconds he was already gone.
Minho lets out rough sigh and runs his hands on his face and then harshly moving to his hair. “Damnmit Key!” he heads back inside the house, as he continues to wait for his roommate to return.
It’s only been a few hours before he wakes up to a door slam. He jolts up to see a figure moving towards his room. He gets up quickly and head towards it.
“Key?”
He looks at the male but only to see it was the poor boy but he wasn’t alone.
Key hits a stop and looks back at his roommate. “Yes?”
Minho was in shock for words. He wanted to ask where has he been, what has he been doing, but something else caught his eye. He had a hard time decided whether it was the smell of liquor that bothered him or the man that had his hands linked together with his.
Minho could feel the pieces inside him falling down.
“Umm, just- glad to see you…home” he manages to say.
Key looks away from him and continues walking towards his room with the man following behind him. Minho turns away just as soon as he heard the shut of his room behind him.
In a matter of hours of passing he sits there in his room listening to the screams through the walls. He wants to forget, wants to move forward and continue his work but it was becoming harder to do so. He knew he had a thesis to work on; the one he knew was due on his professor’s desk tomorrow morning. But he just couldn’t focus.
He wanted to be mad, he wanted to bust into that room and tar the whole room apart. He wanted to kick out the guy that was in the room. He wanted to threaten him so hard so that he’ll leave and never return. He wanted to make him regret ever touching his Key. but he knew he couldn’t.
But he wasn’t done yet.
He was still mad at Key. He was still mad at the fact that he had the audacity to bring another man home, to hi-their home. He wanted to punish him. Wanted to make him understand whose name he should be screaming, who he should be telling to go faster, to go harder, as he thrust himself deeper inside him.
“Fuck Joon yes!”
The call of another man’s name woke him from his thoughts.
“Harder- yes!”
He hears his voice again and again.
“Ah-ah fuck” he hisses loudly.
He wanted to block his ears but it was becoming harder.
“Faster, faster- fuck yes, yes- ah”
Before he even notices he felt so hot, so sweaty. He felt the tightness slowly running up all over his body. “Key”
He stops himself at his moan. He looks down to see himself. He doesn’t even remember how his hand got in his pants or even when his little Jr started to rise up high.
All he knew was that the voice that screams though his walls was the cause of his heat, and he didn’t want it to stop.
He moves his thumb up and down his base and swiped it right at the tip.
“Yeah baby keeping yelling for me”
“Ah-ah fu-ck y-yes!”
He could hear the bangs on the walls.
Minho moves his hand faster and faster.
“Ah~ I’m clo-ose”
“Wait for me baby, I’m almost there”
He gets up on his knees and thrusts himself into his hands. “Fuck baby” he whispers. He grabs on the wall in front of him as he thrusts harder into his hand.
“Ah-ah, ah, ahhh”
“Fuck!”
“I’m coming! I’m-com-ming, I’m com-“
Minho throws his head back as he shoots all over the wall in front of him. “Fuck Key” he rides the rest of himself on his hand and falls back on his bed behind him. He lays there trying to catch his breath as he looks up at the ceiling. He finally takes a deep breath and starts to come back to his senses.
He felt the sleepiness run through his eyes. He lets them come to a close as he whispers his last breath into the air. “Key”
Later on, Key wakes up to a burning feeling on his face. He opens his eyes to the sun shining from his bedroom window. He moves up from his position and reaches for his phone.
1:30 PM
He rolls over and lies down on his stomach. He could feel his butt out in the open but he couldn’t care any less about covering it.
‘Minho should be almost home’ he thought.
Minho.
He couldn’t forget the look he gave him that night. The look that said he was sad, confuse, almost like he broke him.
His face burned into his mind and no matter how hard he tried to forget, something in his chest told him he couldn’t.
He lied there wide awake as he fell into his thoughts.
Something about that night reminded him of the first night he cried in his arms. How he was holding him close when he came home drunk and at the same time finding out what his ex bestfriend and his ex-boyfriend did to him.
Key was trying so hard to understand what all this meant to him that he didn’t even hear the front door slam and a pair of footsteps leading towards his room.
He turns away from the door and stares at the wall in front of him. He hears the door open and then close again behind him. He sighs into his pillow.
‘Why can’t I get him out of my head?’ he thinks.
He lets out another sigh and finally gets up.
He goes into his closet and pulls out a tank top and a pair of shorts and starts to get dressed.
After up and already done with his morning routines, he heads towards the kitchen. He could already smell the coffee and the smell flowing out into the air.
He heads towards the smell, but wasn’t delighted by the sight.
Minho’s eye catches his as he pulls back. “Key” his eyes in shock.
Key stares at his situation.
He was behind her as she was by the sink. Both had their hands together, fingers touching as the water crashes on top of them.
He’s never felt anymore sick. But of course he wasn’t going to show it.
“Oh don’t let me interrupt” he says casually. He goes into the cabinet right beside him and pulls out a huge glass.
“Key” Minho pulls back from her and heads towards him but the look on Key’s face makes him stop.
Key was smiling at him. “Hey listen it’s about time right?” he goes over to the refrigerator and pulls out the wine bottle that he had inside.
“Key it’s only 1 in the afternoon” Minho stares.
“I could only be having a glass a day don’t you remember it was doctor’s orders” He tried not to spit out his title but he couldn’t stop by doing so.
He turns around and heads back to his room. He tries to control the movements of his feet but before he knew it, he ran to the bathroom and shut the door tight before everything can come out.
His vomit plunges out hard and fast through his lips. He felt sick, disgusted with the thought of him in someone else’s arms. The thought of her under him, touching, screaming his name over and over again, made him feel nothing more than an infected.
He spits out the last of his disgust and lies back onto the wall behind him. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he tries to find his breath again.
He reaches over to the glass beside him and picks up the bottle. He wraps the wine cap with his teeth and pulls it out with a pop. He pours out a glass full and starts to sip it slowly.
In the matters of hours but only to feel like minutes, he wakes up on the ground floor that was brisk and bitter on his skin. he looks at the empty bottle in his hands, surprised for the fact that it’s already gone.
He gets up on his feet and carefully walks through the halls and enters the kitchen. He heads towards the refrigerator but a note on the front caught his eye.
-Key,
Out shopping, be back later,
-Minho.
Key rolled his eyes and places the paper back in place. He goes over to the sink to drop off his glass but something else caught his view.
His coffee cup sitting lightly on the kitchen sink. Key picks it up and looks at it carefully.
‘When was the last time I drink coffee?’ He turns the cup around to then almost fall in shock.
Her lip stain covers on the side on where she drank from. Marking her lips on the glass, like it if was hers.
Key couldn’t stop the rage that was growing inside him. Everything was becoming hot, like the air was sucking him dry. He felt his insides turning and the screws in his head were turning with force.
‘He’s replacing me’ his mind wondered. ‘He’s pushing me away for that whore.’
Just as if the time was right the door swings open.
“Key?” He heard his voice call him.
And just by his view, Key was seeing red.
“Key? I’m-”
Key throws the cup and it crashes right at his roommate’s feet.
“Key! What the he-”
He picks up the wine bottle next and runs towards him.
Minho catches the boys hand before the glass even reached his face. He struggles with the boy as they start to turn, Key focused on aiming for the boy’s face as Minho was trying hard to prevent him from doing so.
They crash on the table with Minho hovering over as Key was on his back. He tries to pull himself off his back but only Cause them to roll over and land on the floor.
Key lands on top he tries to smash the bottle on Minho’s face, but Minho had a good grip on his wrist. Minho tries to look for something to help him, but nothing was in sight. He wraps his legs around Key’s waist and rolls them over. He quickly grabs the bottle out of his hands and throws it across the room.
Key tries to get up and find one of the broken pieces. Minho grabs him tight and pins him down again. He holds on to both of his wrists and holds them high above his head.
“Key!-Key!”
Key kept struggling to escape. Minho watches him, his eyes were blood shot red, but as he looks closer in them, he could see the pieces of a broken heart.
“KEY!” He yells.
Key finally stops struggling and continues to lay there as he catches his breathe.
“What the hell is going?!” Minho finally asks.
“You know what’s exactly going on!”
“No I don’t!”
“Don’t play fucking stupid with me Minho! I’m not a fucking idiot”
“Play with you? Key what are you talking about!”
Key finally gets up on his feet, stumbling. “You brought that whore here! And then you made her even use my stuff! You’re trying to replace me! You’re just going to throw me out like some shit!”
Minho lets out a scoff. “Is this what this is all about? The fact I had a friend here?” He rubs his hand through his hair. “Is this what all this was for?! Are you fucking kidding me Kibum?!”
Key flinches back a bit. Minho has never called him from his real name, no one has. Not even Jonghyun.
“You’re mad over the fact that I had a fucking GIRL HERE!” He yells at him. “You-You are something else Key, really you are something else.” He lets out another scoff. He lets his hand out in defeat. “You know what I’m done with this.”
He moves past him and heads towards his room. He grabs the closes gym bag and starts to throw some of his clothes inside. He grabs his books and his work and heads back down stairs.
“And where the hell you’re going?!” Key dared to ask.
“Away from all this…” he looks back at the boy. “You know you have some nerve. You drink and sober up like a pathetic bitch and then bring over some asshole for a fuck…”he grabs his jacket and puts it on harshly as he continues with his words. “But then you’re mad at ME for bring a friend over to help me with my work. Really Kibum your some fucking else”
Key crosses his arms. “So fucking what, I can do what I want, because it doesn’t matter to YOU!” he points.
“Oh it doesn’t matter to me? It doesn’t matter?” he laughs sadly. “Fuck you Kibum. Because to you it never mattered of how much I worry about you, it never mattered how much I wanted you to forget about him and try to move on, it never mattered how much I tried to help you through your pain, but all you wanted was to drink it away.”
He grabs his bag and heads towards the door. He grabs the knob but stops before he turns it. “You know what I thought that night, when I first saw those tears falling down your face. I wanted to never seen them again. I wanted to be the one to make them stop. I wanted to believe maybe I was able to make you happy and just maybe-just fucking maybe, you could have fall for me. Fall hard and deep like the way I did.”
He shakes his head and opens the door. “Goodbye Kibum”
The sound of a closing door echoing was all he lefted behind him.
PRESENT-
Key gets back up on his feet and starts to run again. His eyes looking, searching for the one person he wanted the most. He picks up his phone and tries to dial the number again.
-The Number you have reach is not avai-”
He ends it and calls it again.
-The number you have reach-”
Again.
-The number you have re-”
Again.
-The number you hav-”
Again and again.
-The number-”
“MINHOO!!!!”He yells.
“MINHOOOO PLEASEEEE COME MINHOOOOOO!!”
He runs to every place his roommate might be, but he was still nowhere to be found.
“Minho!!! Minho pleaseeee!!- please…”
He falls back on his knees. He wraps his hands around himself from the coldness inside him. His tears were streaming down his face as he kept calling his name. “Minho… Minho please…” he started to feel the dizziness already hitting him. His eyes dropped lower and lower, his whispers were only now a breeze through the air. “Minho please… I’m sorry…”
His eyes open to the warmth of a bed and bright light shining down over him. he tries to move his hand to his face, but only to see they were injected with needles and fluids running through them.
He tries to move his other hand but someone was holding on tightly to it.
The head finally moves up and Key could see the dry tears on his face. “Key!”
Minho moves up to hug the boy close in his chest. Key could feel the drops on his shoulder as he holds him tight against him. “I was so worried” he whispered.
Key pushes him a bit to take a good look on his face. He stares at his hurtful eyes, as they stare right back at him.
“Min-ho” he tries to talk. “Minho I’m-I’m so-rry” his eyes started to get blurry again but this time it wasn’t with his sickness but with his broken heart finally coming out. “I’m s-so sorry M-Minho” he chokes. “I’m- so so so-sorry” he holds the boys close to him again. “Shh, it’s ok I’m here” he starts to rub his back.
Key holds on tighter to him. “Please Minho d-don’t leave m-me, p-please don-t l-leave me” he begged.
Key cries out on the boy’s chest, as they hold each other harder.
“Never again.”
A/N: I'M NOT DEAD EVERYONE!! LOL but anyway, I'm back posting up as much as I can. always, ( I missed saying this) comments are always welcome~ :)
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