Forever or Never
Title: Forever or Never
Pairing: WooHo(?)
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13(?)
Summary: “L-let go..” WooYoung’s voice was barely a whisper
A/N: Kind of sad.. ? xD
Forever or Never
WooYoung woke up to the sound of hushed whispers from the other side of the dimly lit bedroom’s door. He threw his head back on the pillow. The sounds he hears are making an abstract painting within the walls of his crumbled mind. He was tired. And it’s not the constant pain that resides deep within his chest that was causing the trouble. His mind was a mess too.
“Fuck!” WooYoung softly groaned and clutched his aching head. The world is spinning.
He needed to do this now, a quick glance over the alarm clock tells him that it’s already 5 AM, Taecyeon is going to come in any minute and tells him to get ready for breakfast. For another day he couldn’t bare seeing those faces. He couldn’t damn well look at them without trying to grip something to death. WooYoung founds less and less of himself each day. He hated their looks of sympathy.
Slowly, he hopped out of bed and onto the cold hardwood floor, shuffling his feet as quietly as possible. WooYoung slipped onto simple black trouser and big baggy white sweater, the track shoes comes next. Getting his bag that he packed yesterday with most of this stuff He made his way towards the open window. He needed to get away.
WooYoung had no difficulty climbing out of the one floor apartment. The walls were sturdy and easy to grip, nothing to hard to. Easy. Like life, huh ? Like love, right ?
He landed softly. Just as he turned around, the chilly Seoul air bit him mercilessly. He winced. Rubbing his arms to keep warm as he made his way out of the alley near his bedroom window. The sky was still dark, if he take the first bus to his house he’d arrive at noon.
“Maybe I should buy some breakfa-“ Just as WooYoung was mumbling to himself a pale set if arm pulled him back. Slamming his shoulder to the concrete walls outside the apartment.
Junho stood over him, eyes narrow dangerously. WooYoung’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Not that he was caught running away but he was the one to do it of all people. WooYoung cursed all who worthy of causing this in his mind.
They stood in silence. Junho’s darken face and his own-now expressionless-blank face are just inches apart. If someone would’ve walk in they’d thought of the whole situation a lot differently than what WooYoung had on his mind at the moment.
‘Fuck, what the hell?’ He thought to himself. WooYoung tried to squirm out of the grasp but Junho just tighten his grip, it’d sure to leave bruises.
“L-let go..” WooYoung’s voice was barely a whisper.
“No, not until you tell me what the fuck you are doing with that bag, or should i say where the fuck you are going with that bag” Junho gritted his teeth.
WooYoung must’ve lost it, it was probably because it seems as if Junho was staking a claim on whatever the hell he wants to do with his life, because he blatantly shoved the younger boy out of the way before walking away again. Only to be caught a second time and slammed-even harder- against the same wall.
“Okay, so would you care to tell me why the fuck you are acting like a bitch?” Junho was trying hard to contain his temper. His dark eyes boring holes into WooYoung’s own.
“I guess” WooYoung started “because I found out about that slut..” He paused, and watched as Junho’s eyes widen. “I’ll give you guys sometime to get marry fuck each other to the moon” On WooYoung’s face was an unreadable soft smile.
Junho watched in pure horror as the elder face brighten into an almost malicious smirk. Innocently, WooYoung leaned in close, close enough that he could smell the shampoo that Junho always loved so much. He stopped barely close enough to make contact with Junho’s left ear.
“You know how you promised me that you’ll love me until forever?” he paused “since that’s now far gone, I’ll be bidding never to our love.”
He pulled away and slipped out of the other’s grip. Gave him a wry smile to his still shocked expression. WooYoung one last pat to Junho’s shoulder before walking into the bustling Seoul street. Away from Junho’s life forever.
Pairing: WooHo(?)
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13(?)
Summary: “L-let go..” WooYoung’s voice was barely a whisper
A/N: Kind of sad.. ? xD
Forever or Never
WooYoung woke up to the sound of hushed whispers from the other side of the dimly lit bedroom’s door. He threw his head back on the pillow. The sounds he hears are making an abstract painting within the walls of his crumbled mind. He was tired. And it’s not the constant pain that resides deep within his chest that was causing the trouble. His mind was a mess too.
“Fuck!” WooYoung softly groaned and clutched his aching head. The world is spinning.
He needed to do this now, a quick glance over the alarm clock tells him that it’s already 5 AM, Taecyeon is going to come in any minute and tells him to get ready for breakfast. For another day he couldn’t bare seeing those faces. He couldn’t damn well look at them without trying to grip something to death. WooYoung founds less and less of himself each day. He hated their looks of sympathy.
Slowly, he hopped out of bed and onto the cold hardwood floor, shuffling his feet as quietly as possible. WooYoung slipped onto simple black trouser and big baggy white sweater, the track shoes comes next. Getting his bag that he packed yesterday with most of this stuff He made his way towards the open window. He needed to get away.
WooYoung had no difficulty climbing out of the one floor apartment. The walls were sturdy and easy to grip, nothing to hard to. Easy. Like life, huh ? Like love, right ?
He landed softly. Just as he turned around, the chilly Seoul air bit him mercilessly. He winced. Rubbing his arms to keep warm as he made his way out of the alley near his bedroom window. The sky was still dark, if he take the first bus to his house he’d arrive at noon.
“Maybe I should buy some breakfa-“ Just as WooYoung was mumbling to himself a pale set if arm pulled him back. Slamming his shoulder to the concrete walls outside the apartment.
Junho stood over him, eyes narrow dangerously. WooYoung’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Not that he was caught running away but he was the one to do it of all people. WooYoung cursed all who worthy of causing this in his mind.
They stood in silence. Junho’s darken face and his own-now expressionless-blank face are just inches apart. If someone would’ve walk in they’d thought of the whole situation a lot differently than what WooYoung had on his mind at the moment.
‘Fuck, what the hell?’ He thought to himself. WooYoung tried to squirm out of the grasp but Junho just tighten his grip, it’d sure to leave bruises.
“L-let go..” WooYoung’s voice was barely a whisper.
“No, not until you tell me what the fuck you are doing with that bag, or should i say where the fuck you are going with that bag” Junho gritted his teeth.
WooYoung must’ve lost it, it was probably because it seems as if Junho was staking a claim on whatever the hell he wants to do with his life, because he blatantly shoved the younger boy out of the way before walking away again. Only to be caught a second time and slammed-even harder- against the same wall.
“Okay, so would you care to tell me why the fuck you are acting like a bitch?” Junho was trying hard to contain his temper. His dark eyes boring holes into WooYoung’s own.
“I guess” WooYoung started “because I found out about that slut..” He paused, and watched as Junho’s eyes widen. “I’ll give you guys sometime to get marry fuck each other to the moon” On WooYoung’s face was an unreadable soft smile.
Junho watched in pure horror as the elder face brighten into an almost malicious smirk. Innocently, WooYoung leaned in close, close enough that he could smell the shampoo that Junho always loved so much. He stopped barely close enough to make contact with Junho’s left ear.
“You know how you promised me that you’ll love me until forever?” he paused “since that’s now far gone, I’ll be bidding never to our love.”
He pulled away and slipped out of the other’s grip. Gave him a wry smile to his still shocked expression. WooYoung one last pat to Junho’s shoulder before walking into the bustling Seoul street. Away from Junho’s life forever.