Beautiful Liar. [WonTaek]
Fandom: VIXX (AU)
Pairing: WonTaek
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG (TWIGGER WARNING: minor reference to attempted suicide)
Summary: Taekwoon can't forget about Wonshik, but Wonshik isn't the same as he used to be.
It didn’t used to be like this.
Taekwoon used to be able to trace piano-callused fingers over the pale, though not quite as pale as his own, unmarred skin of Wonshik’s arms. He would always start from Wonshik’s fingers, ghosting over the digits which Taekwoon always remembered wrapped around a pen, straining as the muscles guided ink to fill the blank pages of notebooks; lyrics that always accompanied Taekwoon’s own melodies perfectly.
Taekwoon hadn’t noticed at first, not until he had been seated at the piano one night with his fists balled on the keys, shoulders hunched over in frustration, silent tears brought forth with the realization he no longer had anyone to compose for. An all too familiar warmth enveloped one of his hands and Taekwoon lifted his puffy, sleep-deprived eyes to see that the skin he remembered being beautiful as porcelain had begun to transform.
It had been six months since the accident, a few months after Taekwoon had first met her in his support group; Wonshik’s slender fingers which could bring words to life in a way Taekwoon had never experienced before, were now individually marked with a word of their own, a cursive letter on each.
“L.O.V.E.”
Taekwoon had relapsed on the one year anniversary since the accident, the strain of Wonshik’s presence breaking apart the tears in his heart he had so carefully sewn together, ripped apart at the seams, a constant reminder that they would never, could never, be together again.
Such a horrific and frightening word was drawn so beautifully in curling script over the expanse of Wonshik’s left hand which was gripped painfully tight Taekwoon’s wrist; he dropped the razor.
“Death”
The ink now stained the full expanse of both of Wonshik’s arms two years later, encapsulating every feeling Taekwoon had felt in a permanent, twisted form of art.
The newest one curled around Wonshik’s left elbow, stretching as the arm on the table flexed with the pressure of supporting his weight against it; a spider web, representation of the tangled emotions were spinning dangerously in Taekwoon: anger, betrayal, sadness, fear.
Wonshik had his gaze fixated on the admittedly pretty girl seated at the table, the cause of it all. Taekwoon was sitting eerily calm, on the outside, across from her on Wonshik’s other side but the wild fire in Wonshik’s eyes spoke more than words ever could to the turmoil Taekwoon was facing within himself.
“Do you even love me?” She spoke.
Taekwoon could only lift his eyes to the side and Wonshik filled his vision, turning his head to meet Taekwoon’s empty gaze with a carnal grin smeared across his sunken cheeks, threatening and knowing.
“Yes.”
The accusation followed again, as sharp as daggers piercing his skin, “Do you even love me?”
Tainted fingers hooked with a surprisingly gentle touch under Taekwoon’s chin, forcing him to now meet her eyes; Taekwoon shouldn’t have felt surprised though, Wonshik had always been gentle with him.
“Yes…I love you.”
A maniacal laugh loud enough to fill the entire room echoed off the walls and reverberated in Taekwoon’s head; she remained still, he was the only one who could hear it.
What once used to be a sound so deep and warm that it drew the thin corners of Taekwoon’s lips into shy, barely visible smiles, reaching deeper into his soul than any cup of hot caffeine, now sent chills down his spine.
What once used to a voice so comforting and safe that it soothed all of Taekwoon’s worries now felt like the breath of a winter night against his ear, “You’ve always been such a beautiful liar.”
a/n: Pretty obvious to see what I was inspired by ^^;; I actually wrote this short drabble on my own, a way to kind of stay sane while J and I were on our writing hiatus (but we're getting back now, slowly!) Sorry it's not very long >< Also don't get used to this!!! It probably won't happen again xD ~C
Pairing: WonTaek
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG (TWIGGER WARNING: minor reference to attempted suicide)
Summary: Taekwoon can't forget about Wonshik, but Wonshik isn't the same as he used to be.
It didn’t used to be like this.
Taekwoon used to be able to trace piano-callused fingers over the pale, though not quite as pale as his own, unmarred skin of Wonshik’s arms. He would always start from Wonshik’s fingers, ghosting over the digits which Taekwoon always remembered wrapped around a pen, straining as the muscles guided ink to fill the blank pages of notebooks; lyrics that always accompanied Taekwoon’s own melodies perfectly.
Taekwoon hadn’t noticed at first, not until he had been seated at the piano one night with his fists balled on the keys, shoulders hunched over in frustration, silent tears brought forth with the realization he no longer had anyone to compose for. An all too familiar warmth enveloped one of his hands and Taekwoon lifted his puffy, sleep-deprived eyes to see that the skin he remembered being beautiful as porcelain had begun to transform.
It had been six months since the accident, a few months after Taekwoon had first met her in his support group; Wonshik’s slender fingers which could bring words to life in a way Taekwoon had never experienced before, were now individually marked with a word of their own, a cursive letter on each.
“L.O.V.E.”
Taekwoon had relapsed on the one year anniversary since the accident, the strain of Wonshik’s presence breaking apart the tears in his heart he had so carefully sewn together, ripped apart at the seams, a constant reminder that they would never, could never, be together again.
Such a horrific and frightening word was drawn so beautifully in curling script over the expanse of Wonshik’s left hand which was gripped painfully tight Taekwoon’s wrist; he dropped the razor.
“Death”
The ink now stained the full expanse of both of Wonshik’s arms two years later, encapsulating every feeling Taekwoon had felt in a permanent, twisted form of art.
The newest one curled around Wonshik’s left elbow, stretching as the arm on the table flexed with the pressure of supporting his weight against it; a spider web, representation of the tangled emotions were spinning dangerously in Taekwoon: anger, betrayal, sadness, fear.
Wonshik had his gaze fixated on the admittedly pretty girl seated at the table, the cause of it all. Taekwoon was sitting eerily calm, on the outside, across from her on Wonshik’s other side but the wild fire in Wonshik’s eyes spoke more than words ever could to the turmoil Taekwoon was facing within himself.
“Do you even love me?” She spoke.
Taekwoon could only lift his eyes to the side and Wonshik filled his vision, turning his head to meet Taekwoon’s empty gaze with a carnal grin smeared across his sunken cheeks, threatening and knowing.
“Yes.”
The accusation followed again, as sharp as daggers piercing his skin, “Do you even love me?”
Tainted fingers hooked with a surprisingly gentle touch under Taekwoon’s chin, forcing him to now meet her eyes; Taekwoon shouldn’t have felt surprised though, Wonshik had always been gentle with him.
“Yes…I love you.”
A maniacal laugh loud enough to fill the entire room echoed off the walls and reverberated in Taekwoon’s head; she remained still, he was the only one who could hear it.
What once used to be a sound so deep and warm that it drew the thin corners of Taekwoon’s lips into shy, barely visible smiles, reaching deeper into his soul than any cup of hot caffeine, now sent chills down his spine.
What once used to a voice so comforting and safe that it soothed all of Taekwoon’s worries now felt like the breath of a winter night against his ear, “You’ve always been such a beautiful liar.”
a/n: Pretty obvious to see what I was inspired by ^^;; I actually wrote this short drabble on my own, a way to kind of stay sane while J and I were on our writing hiatus (but we're getting back now, slowly!) Sorry it's not very long >< Also don't get used to this!!! It probably won't happen again xD ~C