[1] fic snippet
continuation of believe (what you believe). quick.
if changmin could have told you anything about that night he’d focus on the strobe lights, the adrenaline, the way his nervous system was pumping out signals and his heart was beating a split second too fast. it would be nothing more than the story of a reckless teenager with a smart mind and some money to spare - daddy’s money, really - and a few seconds of too lonely. a few seconds of want.
but if changmin remembers anything of that night it’s the brown-haired man with the tired face and the beautiful eyes; the one with the voice he still hears and the words he wish he never had.
do you want to die?
and no, changmin thinks. i didn’t. neither did you.
but all he'd tell you about are the strobe lights and the adrenaline.
(not memories of strangers. not words of someone who he can't even give a name.)
if changmin could have told you anything about that night he’d focus on the strobe lights, the adrenaline, the way his nervous system was pumping out signals and his heart was beating a split second too fast. it would be nothing more than the story of a reckless teenager with a smart mind and some money to spare - daddy’s money, really - and a few seconds of too lonely. a few seconds of want.
but if changmin remembers anything of that night it’s the brown-haired man with the tired face and the beautiful eyes; the one with the voice he still hears and the words he wish he never had.
do you want to die?
and no, changmin thinks. i didn’t. neither did you.
but all he'd tell you about are the strobe lights and the adrenaline.
(not memories of strangers. not words of someone who he can't even give a name.)