03. Not Alone
Myungsoo / Sungyeol. PG. 251 words.
Sometimes he's sick of all. But those times, he's not alone.
NOT ALONE
Myungsoo / Sungyeol. PG. 251 words.
"Enough. I can't stand it anymore."
That's how Myungsoo explodes. Because even if he's tired of the situation, he doesn't yell like anybody would do. He doesn't throw everything he sees until he destroyes his bedroom.
He explodes quitely, with a soft mumble that Sungyeol, who has been there the whole time, nearly couldn't hear.
Because everyone wants to believe that his patience has no end. But even if he looks like an ice floe, that doesn't mean that his nerves are the same way. They aren't under zero. He's human, even if the others couldn't believe it.
So, he reaches a point where he gets sick of everything and wants to throw away his life as an star. No more pressure. No more obligations. No more fake smiles. Be himself and live his life like nothing else matter.
But Sungyeol was still there, as ever. Smiling even if his life was as complicated as Myungsoo's. Because he had him and that was enough to support all the weight on his shoulders, he knew that if he needed help, he'll be there for him.
"Come here."
And there are no more words when Myungsoo, obedient, sits by his couple's side on the bed they share. Closes his eyes and breaths out heavily when a pair of arms hold him tight, creating some kind of invisible barrier that separates him from his worries.
Because they had enough with having each other to make their bitter lifes a little bit sweeter.
Sometimes he's sick of all. But those times, he's not alone.
NOT ALONE
Myungsoo / Sungyeol. PG. 251 words.
"Enough. I can't stand it anymore."
That's how Myungsoo explodes. Because even if he's tired of the situation, he doesn't yell like anybody would do. He doesn't throw everything he sees until he destroyes his bedroom.
He explodes quitely, with a soft mumble that Sungyeol, who has been there the whole time, nearly couldn't hear.
Because everyone wants to believe that his patience has no end. But even if he looks like an ice floe, that doesn't mean that his nerves are the same way. They aren't under zero. He's human, even if the others couldn't believe it.
So, he reaches a point where he gets sick of everything and wants to throw away his life as an star. No more pressure. No more obligations. No more fake smiles. Be himself and live his life like nothing else matter.
But Sungyeol was still there, as ever. Smiling even if his life was as complicated as Myungsoo's. Because he had him and that was enough to support all the weight on his shoulders, he knew that if he needed help, he'll be there for him.
"Come here."
And there are no more words when Myungsoo, obedient, sits by his couple's side on the bed they share. Closes his eyes and breaths out heavily when a pair of arms hold him tight, creating some kind of invisible barrier that separates him from his worries.
Because they had enough with having each other to make their bitter lifes a little bit sweeter.