you and me.
you and me
twojun (doojoon/junhyung) with some doowoon, pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
this is practice... idk impulse writing lol
i haven't been posting anything to ba well not that i really bother nowadays cries /lazyass
kinda experimental, idk my writing style keeps changing these days so don't take me srsly lmao idek what that means
He is eating chicken.
He is sinking his teeth into the meat, tearing apart flesh into strips of white, his canines sliding and piercing into yellow skin. Chicken turns into white mush, rolls into the back of his mouth and disappears down the gullet.
Swallow. He finishes the cooked bird and looks up from the plate of bones. He looks satisfied, the corners of his mouth curling skyward. (Not satisfied at all)
Then he turns to the person across him and starts talking. A comfortable conversation. (Not comfortable at all)
Quickly, quietly, Junhyung shifts into the shadows behind a pillar.
/
Later on, when they leave, he walks far, far behind them, blends into the crowd, hides his face under his cap and hoodie. He weaves in and out of the human traffic until one of them waves goodbye to the other. Then he follows him all the way to his house.
Doojoon stabs his keys into the keyhole and the door opens with a twist of his wrist. He heaves a sigh of relief when he enters the apartment, throwing his backpack onto the sofa and he collapses on the floor. He looks up at the ceiling and listens to the sound of his wall clock shaving time with its shifting hands. It's time to do some work, he decides, so he pushes himself off the floor, drags his bag and his feet into his bedroom.
Meanwhile, Junhyung watches from outside the apartment, his eyes focused on the fifth floor. Those windows with the ocean blue curtains. He just stands there, downstairs, burning holes into the glass with his stare until it's dinner time.
He leaves but not without writing a tiny note first.
Junhyung takes out a red pen and a notepad, scribbles something with his left hand and walks up to the fifth floor. He takes twenty-one steps to his right, and stops in front of a familiar door. He smiles, and bends down to slide the paper under the door.
Then, he pushes the pads of his index and middle finger against his lips, closes his eyes while doing so before pressing them into the wood of the door.
Then, he leaves.
/
Doojoon has fallen asleep while doing his assignments.
When he wakes up, he realises that it is well past morning- the clock reads 1:21 in the afternoon.
"Fuck this," He groans and scratches his scalp. Doojoon takes a quick shower, wears some clean, comfortable clothes and shuffles towards the kitchen. He gets himself a glass of cold milk and downs half of it before opening the door to get the newspaper.
Before he gets to the newspaper, a square of white catches his eye. It's wedged between the floor and the door. So Doojoon picks it up, scans it quickly and immediately wishes that he hadn't been curious about it, because curiosity always kills the cat.
He reads it over and over again. It's a simple message, really, it says 'you and me' in ugly handwriting. It shouldn't be as frightening as Doojoon thinks it is, because it means nothing, right? Maybe it's the red ink that makes it look creepy. Maybe it's the way the words end with dark splotches of crimson, like whoever wrote it had written it with harsh strokes, pressing down on the tip of the pen with each letter.
It must be a prank, Doojoon thinks. So he finishes his milk (why does it taste sour when it glides down his throat) and returns the glass with slightly shaky hands, turns the television on to a random channel, increases the volume until the entire house is filled with mindless, static chatter and he scrolls through his list of contacts on his handphone. He messages everyone, tells them about the prank and expects to laugh the entire matter off when they reply but sometimes, expectations end in a smoke of disappointment.
sorry man, we didn't pull any prank on you :(
huh? a prank? is it april fool's already??? haha
lol maybe you got yourself a stalker
/
Doojoon pulls the curtains over the windows and the sun becomes a sagging yolk, quietly watching as its light is refused, stops reaching the room they stand in. He turns to Dongwoon and smiles, a silent invitation. The younger boy returns the gesture and moves towards his open arms.
"Mm."
They hold each other in the dark. Doojoon likes the feeling of having nothingness turn itself into warmth when his fingers touch it. It is uncertainty shifting itself into certainty in the form of skin. The sunlight is throwing itself against the glass, let me in, bouncing off the glass instead. Let me in.
Dongwoon talks and Doojoon laughs, stroking his hair and running his fingertips across the younger boy's neck. Doojoon tells Dongwoon about that creepy message he got a few days ago and another just yesterday (the message read 'love' and Doojoon scoffed), teases Dongwoon when his face melts into slight fear, then turns the incident into a joke. "It doesn't surprise me if someone really is stalking me, I mean, just look at me." Dongwoon rolls his eyes, hyung, really. As long as you're here, as long as you're here, nothing bad will happen.
They skip from topic to topic, whispering past each other's mouth until the air becomes too heavy and hot and they have to lie down on the floor, right in front of the curtains. Doojoon covers Dongwoon's mouth with a hand. His moans seep into Doojoon's palm, coating the skin with a layer of heated condensation. Dongwoon's broken cries and sharp gasps cut Doojoon's ears and time crawls by, tries not to disturb the two figures on the floor.
And the sun is burning itself out, the sun is a suicide bomber.
/
only you and me
Doojoon frowns and shoves the paper into the rubbish bin.
He's tempted to find out who is behind this series of creepy messages, but some part of him says that it's better to leave things alone, that ignorance is bliss. Lately he's been getting uncomfortable tingles down his spine, when he's out or at home. Someone is watching and following him, but when he spins on his heel to see who it is, there is nothing. A ghost? Unlikely. But having an explanation for this feeling is better than none. Or maybe he's getting paranoid, though he has every reason to be that way.
Doojoon shoves his palm against his cheek in frustration, then picks up a pen and starts to write on a clean piece of paper in slow letters.
who are you?
/
Doojoon feels much better now. For the past few days there was no sign of the stalker following him or leaving him messages. Maybe his reply caught the person off guard and scared him or her off. Please, he thought when he saw his reply gone from under his door. Don't let it be someone I know. (He didn't think about how things would be worse if it were someone he didn't know.)
After his lunch date with Dongwoon, Doojoon left for a quick trip to the bookstore, picked up a few books and returned home where Junhyung was waiting.
/
He freezes in front of his door, his throat tightening, shrinking in on itself as he tries to squeeze any sound, a shriek or a wail out of his mouth.
Someone had been here, and someone had carved words into his door in ugly, sharp strokes. The wood is still peeling, so it means that whoever did this had done it just a while ago. It screams, 'ONLY YOU AND ME'.
Doojoon bites his fist and backs away from his own apartment, his back hitting the wall across and he lets his body slide onto the floor. His limbs are numb and his jaw is slack. He tries not to choke up but fear is turning his blood into ice. Then he sees something under the door. It's a sheet of glossy paper and he sees it only because the dim orange light from outside is reflecting off it.
He doesn't know how he got to it because everything is a blur of too much light and too much wood, but when he does get to it, it slips from his fingers and he picks it up again and he can feel his bones rattling, his heart beating so fast it might burst from his ribcage and explode like a balloon filled with too much air.
It's a photo of a pale arm with the words 'i love you doojoon' inked across the skin. Except that it isn't ink, it's blood. On the back of the photo there are words in red too but Doojoon can't read anymore, his vision is getting too foggy and his eyes feel like they are on fire.
i love you, you know that right? i love you so much it hurts but it's alright
you love me too, don't you
don't you?
Doojoon cries.
idk what is wrong with me
tbc? i don't really know QAQ
twojun (doojoon/junhyung) with some doowoon, pg-13, goosebump-inducing unbeta'd
this is practice... idk impulse writing lol
i haven't been posting anything to ba well not that i really bother nowadays cries /lazyass
kinda experimental, idk my writing style keeps changing these days so don't take me srsly lmao idek what that means
He is eating chicken.
He is sinking his teeth into the meat, tearing apart flesh into strips of white, his canines sliding and piercing into yellow skin. Chicken turns into white mush, rolls into the back of his mouth and disappears down the gullet.
Swallow. He finishes the cooked bird and looks up from the plate of bones. He looks satisfied, the corners of his mouth curling skyward. (Not satisfied at all)
Then he turns to the person across him and starts talking. A comfortable conversation. (Not comfortable at all)
Quickly, quietly, Junhyung shifts into the shadows behind a pillar.
/
Later on, when they leave, he walks far, far behind them, blends into the crowd, hides his face under his cap and hoodie. He weaves in and out of the human traffic until one of them waves goodbye to the other. Then he follows him all the way to his house.
Doojoon stabs his keys into the keyhole and the door opens with a twist of his wrist. He heaves a sigh of relief when he enters the apartment, throwing his backpack onto the sofa and he collapses on the floor. He looks up at the ceiling and listens to the sound of his wall clock shaving time with its shifting hands. It's time to do some work, he decides, so he pushes himself off the floor, drags his bag and his feet into his bedroom.
Meanwhile, Junhyung watches from outside the apartment, his eyes focused on the fifth floor. Those windows with the ocean blue curtains. He just stands there, downstairs, burning holes into the glass with his stare until it's dinner time.
He leaves but not without writing a tiny note first.
Junhyung takes out a red pen and a notepad, scribbles something with his left hand and walks up to the fifth floor. He takes twenty-one steps to his right, and stops in front of a familiar door. He smiles, and bends down to slide the paper under the door.
Then, he pushes the pads of his index and middle finger against his lips, closes his eyes while doing so before pressing them into the wood of the door.
Then, he leaves.
/
Doojoon has fallen asleep while doing his assignments.
When he wakes up, he realises that it is well past morning- the clock reads 1:21 in the afternoon.
"Fuck this," He groans and scratches his scalp. Doojoon takes a quick shower, wears some clean, comfortable clothes and shuffles towards the kitchen. He gets himself a glass of cold milk and downs half of it before opening the door to get the newspaper.
Before he gets to the newspaper, a square of white catches his eye. It's wedged between the floor and the door. So Doojoon picks it up, scans it quickly and immediately wishes that he hadn't been curious about it, because curiosity always kills the cat.
He reads it over and over again. It's a simple message, really, it says 'you and me' in ugly handwriting. It shouldn't be as frightening as Doojoon thinks it is, because it means nothing, right? Maybe it's the red ink that makes it look creepy. Maybe it's the way the words end with dark splotches of crimson, like whoever wrote it had written it with harsh strokes, pressing down on the tip of the pen with each letter.
It must be a prank, Doojoon thinks. So he finishes his milk (why does it taste sour when it glides down his throat) and returns the glass with slightly shaky hands, turns the television on to a random channel, increases the volume until the entire house is filled with mindless, static chatter and he scrolls through his list of contacts on his handphone. He messages everyone, tells them about the prank and expects to laugh the entire matter off when they reply but sometimes, expectations end in a smoke of disappointment.
sorry man, we didn't pull any prank on you :(
huh? a prank? is it april fool's already??? haha
lol maybe you got yourself a stalker
/
Doojoon pulls the curtains over the windows and the sun becomes a sagging yolk, quietly watching as its light is refused, stops reaching the room they stand in. He turns to Dongwoon and smiles, a silent invitation. The younger boy returns the gesture and moves towards his open arms.
"Mm."
They hold each other in the dark. Doojoon likes the feeling of having nothingness turn itself into warmth when his fingers touch it. It is uncertainty shifting itself into certainty in the form of skin. The sunlight is throwing itself against the glass, let me in, bouncing off the glass instead. Let me in.
Dongwoon talks and Doojoon laughs, stroking his hair and running his fingertips across the younger boy's neck. Doojoon tells Dongwoon about that creepy message he got a few days ago and another just yesterday (the message read 'love' and Doojoon scoffed), teases Dongwoon when his face melts into slight fear, then turns the incident into a joke. "It doesn't surprise me if someone really is stalking me, I mean, just look at me." Dongwoon rolls his eyes, hyung, really. As long as you're here, as long as you're here, nothing bad will happen.
They skip from topic to topic, whispering past each other's mouth until the air becomes too heavy and hot and they have to lie down on the floor, right in front of the curtains. Doojoon covers Dongwoon's mouth with a hand. His moans seep into Doojoon's palm, coating the skin with a layer of heated condensation. Dongwoon's broken cries and sharp gasps cut Doojoon's ears and time crawls by, tries not to disturb the two figures on the floor.
And the sun is burning itself out, the sun is a suicide bomber.
/
only you and me
Doojoon frowns and shoves the paper into the rubbish bin.
He's tempted to find out who is behind this series of creepy messages, but some part of him says that it's better to leave things alone, that ignorance is bliss. Lately he's been getting uncomfortable tingles down his spine, when he's out or at home. Someone is watching and following him, but when he spins on his heel to see who it is, there is nothing. A ghost? Unlikely. But having an explanation for this feeling is better than none. Or maybe he's getting paranoid, though he has every reason to be that way.
Doojoon shoves his palm against his cheek in frustration, then picks up a pen and starts to write on a clean piece of paper in slow letters.
who are you?
/
Doojoon feels much better now. For the past few days there was no sign of the stalker following him or leaving him messages. Maybe his reply caught the person off guard and scared him or her off. Please, he thought when he saw his reply gone from under his door. Don't let it be someone I know. (He didn't think about how things would be worse if it were someone he didn't know.)
After his lunch date with Dongwoon, Doojoon left for a quick trip to the bookstore, picked up a few books and returned home where Junhyung was waiting.
/
He freezes in front of his door, his throat tightening, shrinking in on itself as he tries to squeeze any sound, a shriek or a wail out of his mouth.
Someone had been here, and someone had carved words into his door in ugly, sharp strokes. The wood is still peeling, so it means that whoever did this had done it just a while ago. It screams, 'ONLY YOU AND ME'.
Doojoon bites his fist and backs away from his own apartment, his back hitting the wall across and he lets his body slide onto the floor. His limbs are numb and his jaw is slack. He tries not to choke up but fear is turning his blood into ice. Then he sees something under the door. It's a sheet of glossy paper and he sees it only because the dim orange light from outside is reflecting off it.
He doesn't know how he got to it because everything is a blur of too much light and too much wood, but when he does get to it, it slips from his fingers and he picks it up again and he can feel his bones rattling, his heart beating so fast it might burst from his ribcage and explode like a balloon filled with too much air.
It's a photo of a pale arm with the words 'i love you doojoon' inked across the skin. Except that it isn't ink, it's blood. On the back of the photo there are words in red too but Doojoon can't read anymore, his vision is getting too foggy and his eyes feel like they are on fire.
i love you, you know that right? i love you so much it hurts but it's alright
you love me too, don't you
don't you?
Doojoon cries.
idk what is wrong with me
tbc? i don't really know QAQ