F*ck God.
Title: F*ck God.
Pairing/Group: Bucksung
Authors note: I usually don't write for this pairing at all… -__- I really do blame firstsunrise for these dribbles..
Summary: Two boys hate God for the same yet different reason.
Chansung's fingers ghosted over the cold hard marble, feeling every bump and dip that spelled out his lover's name.
Tears slowly rolled down his eyes as he bit back a sob, his finger stopping at the older boy's picture.
Another sob left his lips as his fingers curled into a ball, digging into his skin. It wasn't fair. Why'd of all people in the world, God had to take Khun from him.
There were drug addicts, murders, pedophiles all over the world, people who deserved to die, yet the nicest person to him was taken.
Chansung gasped loudly as he tried to breathe, choking on his own tears as he roughly wiped his face. But it didn't matter, new tears kept falling, replacing the old.
FUCK GOD.
Behind him, another boy crying just as hard as he watched the scene before him but his tears never hit the floor. No one was able to hear him cry any longer.
He tried screaming, over and over again for someone to hear him but he was alone, yet he wasn't.
He could see everything the younger boy was going through yet he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't understand why god was punishing him like this, torturing him as he watched his loved one suffer. He rather lie eternally, six feet under in complete darkness than to watch this.
Trying once again, Khun leaned forward to hug the other boy, only to phase right through him, roughly falling onto the ground. But no pain surged through his body, only his heart ached.
Sitting next to the other, the invisible boy buried his face into his knees and cried along, suffering.
FUCK GOD.
Pairing/Group: Bucksung
Authors note: I usually don't write for this pairing at all… -__- I really do blame firstsunrise for these dribbles..
Summary: Two boys hate God for the same yet different reason.
Chansung's fingers ghosted over the cold hard marble, feeling every bump and dip that spelled out his lover's name.
Tears slowly rolled down his eyes as he bit back a sob, his finger stopping at the older boy's picture.
Another sob left his lips as his fingers curled into a ball, digging into his skin. It wasn't fair. Why'd of all people in the world, God had to take Khun from him.
There were drug addicts, murders, pedophiles all over the world, people who deserved to die, yet the nicest person to him was taken.
Chansung gasped loudly as he tried to breathe, choking on his own tears as he roughly wiped his face. But it didn't matter, new tears kept falling, replacing the old.
FUCK GOD.
Behind him, another boy crying just as hard as he watched the scene before him but his tears never hit the floor. No one was able to hear him cry any longer.
He tried screaming, over and over again for someone to hear him but he was alone, yet he wasn't.
He could see everything the younger boy was going through yet he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't understand why god was punishing him like this, torturing him as he watched his loved one suffer. He rather lie eternally, six feet under in complete darkness than to watch this.
Trying once again, Khun leaned forward to hug the other boy, only to phase right through him, roughly falling onto the ground. But no pain surged through his body, only his heart ached.
Sitting next to the other, the invisible boy buried his face into his knees and cried along, suffering.
FUCK GOD.