Cut Off
Title: Cut Off
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Baro/Gongchan
Rating: G
Word Count: 863
Summary: He supposes he deserves this.
For this prompt at seoulfulness.
Also for this drabble challenge.
::Snowflake, 863 words::
I’m not really sure what time I showed up.
It was dark, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. It could’ve been midnight, it could’ve been right before dawn. It could’ve been the middle of the day, with the clouds so thick I couldn’t have seen the sun.
I’m not even sure how long I stayed.
I just sat down, in front of your door, and I waited. It didn’t feel like minutes or hours or even days, it felt like weeks, like months and years, and the only way I knew it wasn’t like that was because every time I looked up, the piles of snow on the streets would only be slightly bigger.
I fell asleep a lot, every time I got too tired of shivering. I kept having the same dream, over and over.
It always began with me waking up. It would still be snowing, my fingers would still be numb, I would still be sitting like a beggar on your front porch. The most terrifying thing about it was that the dream was exactly like reality, except for one thing.
“Sunwoo?”
Then you’d drop your keys or your groceries or maybe you wouldn’t even be holding anything, you’d just have your arms open, and I would just want so badly to jump up into them and bury my face in your hair. But instead I’d still be frozen.
Then you’d crouch down and say my name again.
“Sunwoo, what are you doing here?”
And then I would mutter those words that I knew wouldn’t mean anything to you.
“I’m so sorry.”
But the way you would react would always be the same.
You would wrap your hands around my neck, you’d let me rob you of all of your heat and let me cry into your shoulder.
Then I would hug you back and tell you everything that I’ve been meaning to say for so long.
“I’m an idiot. I screwed up and I miss you so much I could die. I need you to take me back, and I know that I’m not worth it but I’m begging you to please just let me come back. Let me come back and I swear on my life I will never, ever leave. I will love you like you deserve to be loved.”
Please, please, please. I would repeat the word with the same beat as my chattering teeth.
And then you would forgive me. That’s how I would figure out it was just a dream. You’d forgive me, every time.
Then I would wake up and poof. Larger piles of snow, shifted clouds, and I’d still be alone.
It’s funny, what really happened. You would’ve laughed, and I would’ve laughed with you.
It was still kind of overcast by the time Jinyoung came up your walkway, and when he saw me, he started to run.
“Hey, Cha Sunwoo!”
Then I looked up and wondered what the hell he was doing there. What right did he have, coming to your house? Why was he here?
Could the two of you possibly be dating? Had you moved on just like that?
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Chansik,” I said through clenched teeth.
Then, “Chansik’s not coming home.”
And he said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world and all I could do was stare at him.
“What?”
“He’s not coming home, at least for a while. He’s visiting his parents for a couple of weeks. He left a few days ago. I’m watering his plants and stuff.”
“He’s… he’s not coming?”
I hadn’t even known. You hadn’t been answering your phone, but I never thought it was because you weren’t there to pick it up.
Then Jinyoung shook his head, and he tutted, legitimately clicked his tongue at me and scoffed.
“Look, I don’t know what went on between you guys, but you’re an idiot if you think contracting hypothermia is going to help your case, Sunwoo.”
I wanted to be pissed at that, but he was right, of course.
“It’s not-I’m just-I wanted to-”
“Like I said, he’s not coming.”
Then he came up onto the porch and started unlocking your door, but he looked down at me before he went in. He held out his hand and pulled me up, and my legs ached with the effort.
I leaned forward and peered into your home. I had a view of your kitchen, of that table where we would sit and eat and talk.
“Can I… Uh… Do you think I can come in?”
It was embarrassing, how pathetic I must have looked for Jinyoung to give me that face, like I was a kitten in a box on the side of the road.
“I think you should go home, Sunwoo.”
Then he wiped his shoes on the welcome mat and went inside, shutting the door behind him.
And then, after finding that my legs could still move, I left.
I didn't look back, but I think that was because I knew I'd be on your porch again in a few weeks.
Hopefully then, the sun would come out.
--
A/N:
WOW SORRY FOR ANGSTING AGAIN /sobs apologetically
I need cotton candy so I can write fluff trololol that was bad I'm sorry
Fandom: B1A4
Pairing: Baro/Gongchan
Rating: G
Word Count: 863
Summary: He supposes he deserves this.
For this prompt at seoulfulness.
Also for this drabble challenge.
::Snowflake, 863 words::
I’m not really sure what time I showed up.
It was dark, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. It could’ve been midnight, it could’ve been right before dawn. It could’ve been the middle of the day, with the clouds so thick I couldn’t have seen the sun.
I’m not even sure how long I stayed.
I just sat down, in front of your door, and I waited. It didn’t feel like minutes or hours or even days, it felt like weeks, like months and years, and the only way I knew it wasn’t like that was because every time I looked up, the piles of snow on the streets would only be slightly bigger.
I fell asleep a lot, every time I got too tired of shivering. I kept having the same dream, over and over.
It always began with me waking up. It would still be snowing, my fingers would still be numb, I would still be sitting like a beggar on your front porch. The most terrifying thing about it was that the dream was exactly like reality, except for one thing.
“Sunwoo?”
Then you’d drop your keys or your groceries or maybe you wouldn’t even be holding anything, you’d just have your arms open, and I would just want so badly to jump up into them and bury my face in your hair. But instead I’d still be frozen.
Then you’d crouch down and say my name again.
“Sunwoo, what are you doing here?”
And then I would mutter those words that I knew wouldn’t mean anything to you.
“I’m so sorry.”
But the way you would react would always be the same.
You would wrap your hands around my neck, you’d let me rob you of all of your heat and let me cry into your shoulder.
Then I would hug you back and tell you everything that I’ve been meaning to say for so long.
“I’m an idiot. I screwed up and I miss you so much I could die. I need you to take me back, and I know that I’m not worth it but I’m begging you to please just let me come back. Let me come back and I swear on my life I will never, ever leave. I will love you like you deserve to be loved.”
Please, please, please. I would repeat the word with the same beat as my chattering teeth.
And then you would forgive me. That’s how I would figure out it was just a dream. You’d forgive me, every time.
Then I would wake up and poof. Larger piles of snow, shifted clouds, and I’d still be alone.
It’s funny, what really happened. You would’ve laughed, and I would’ve laughed with you.
It was still kind of overcast by the time Jinyoung came up your walkway, and when he saw me, he started to run.
“Hey, Cha Sunwoo!”
Then I looked up and wondered what the hell he was doing there. What right did he have, coming to your house? Why was he here?
Could the two of you possibly be dating? Had you moved on just like that?
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Chansik,” I said through clenched teeth.
Then, “Chansik’s not coming home.”
And he said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world and all I could do was stare at him.
“What?”
“He’s not coming home, at least for a while. He’s visiting his parents for a couple of weeks. He left a few days ago. I’m watering his plants and stuff.”
“He’s… he’s not coming?”
I hadn’t even known. You hadn’t been answering your phone, but I never thought it was because you weren’t there to pick it up.
Then Jinyoung shook his head, and he tutted, legitimately clicked his tongue at me and scoffed.
“Look, I don’t know what went on between you guys, but you’re an idiot if you think contracting hypothermia is going to help your case, Sunwoo.”
I wanted to be pissed at that, but he was right, of course.
“It’s not-I’m just-I wanted to-”
“Like I said, he’s not coming.”
Then he came up onto the porch and started unlocking your door, but he looked down at me before he went in. He held out his hand and pulled me up, and my legs ached with the effort.
I leaned forward and peered into your home. I had a view of your kitchen, of that table where we would sit and eat and talk.
“Can I… Uh… Do you think I can come in?”
It was embarrassing, how pathetic I must have looked for Jinyoung to give me that face, like I was a kitten in a box on the side of the road.
“I think you should go home, Sunwoo.”
Then he wiped his shoes on the welcome mat and went inside, shutting the door behind him.
And then, after finding that my legs could still move, I left.
I didn't look back, but I think that was because I knew I'd be on your porch again in a few weeks.
Hopefully then, the sun would come out.
--
A/N:
WOW SORRY FOR ANGSTING AGAIN /sobs apologetically
I need cotton candy so I can write fluff trololol that was bad I'm sorry