perfection
Title: Perfection
Character(s): Kiseop, Eli
Rating: PG13
Summary: All he wanted was to be perfect.
painfully slow, he pulls the length of the blade along his wrist, watching as scarlet beads rush up to the surface and join to form thin rivers running down his arm.
his knees give way as he slides down, hitting the tiled floor of the bathroom. his back leans heavily on the wall behind him, his forehead sweaty and his palms clammy.
his breaths are short and shallow; the pounding in his head is loud and painful. shivering, he sets the blade down beside his trembling form, and takes in the moment.
sharp pain courses through him, cleansing his mind of any rational thought; as it numbs, his eyelids flutter close, his tense muscles uncoil and relax.
this was it. if he did this everyday, he would become closer to perfection, no matter how twisted it sounds. because he yearns for perfection.
he wants to be perfect, he needs to be perfect.
for if he isn't perfect, he will never love him.
the object of his admiration is far too perfect for someone as imperfect as him.
kiseop is far too perfect.
the soft creak of the door immediately brings him to his senses. his muscles stiffen, his eyes snap open and he shoots up from his original position. a wave of vertigo hits him, hard.
his fingers grip tightly onto the edge of the sink as he tries to regain balance. his knuckles turn white and the sink starts to crack. he curses under his breath at his absurd strength, looks up at the intruder, and freezes.
kiseop.
the beautiful man stands there, his godly features displaying pure horror. a silent whisper leaves his lips.
"eli..."
eli forgets about the unattractively stained blade on the ground as he hides his bloody deed behind him. kiseop steps toward eli slowly, as if eli was a dangerous animal he couldn't go near.
long fingers place themselves on each side of eli's face. kiseop gazes into the bulkier man's eyes. "eli... why would you do that?" he whispers.
any words about to roll off eli's tongue stop short. he gives in to kiseop, holding onto the soft fabric of kiseop's shirt. he breathes in the fresh scent of clean linen as his blood dirties the material.
kiseop kicks the blade away and laces his fingers through eli's hair, comforting him with sweet nothings.
he could not comprehend why the love of his life was in such a bloodied state.
as eli starts to pull away, kiseop tightens his grip around the other's face. their lips meet, gently at the start, but crazed in the end.
desperate lips meet each other, molding into each other beautifully. feelings of want and need are conveyed, fiery passion burns when their lips brush against each other, cold bloodied fingers hold together as heated bodies press against one another.
as they pull away, a soft murmur passes through their lips.
"i love you.
"and it's for who you are. you're perfect to me. don't change yourself, ever."
Character(s): Kiseop, Eli
Rating: PG13
Summary: All he wanted was to be perfect.
painfully slow, he pulls the length of the blade along his wrist, watching as scarlet beads rush up to the surface and join to form thin rivers running down his arm.
his knees give way as he slides down, hitting the tiled floor of the bathroom. his back leans heavily on the wall behind him, his forehead sweaty and his palms clammy.
his breaths are short and shallow; the pounding in his head is loud and painful. shivering, he sets the blade down beside his trembling form, and takes in the moment.
sharp pain courses through him, cleansing his mind of any rational thought; as it numbs, his eyelids flutter close, his tense muscles uncoil and relax.
this was it. if he did this everyday, he would become closer to perfection, no matter how twisted it sounds. because he yearns for perfection.
he wants to be perfect, he needs to be perfect.
for if he isn't perfect, he will never love him.
the object of his admiration is far too perfect for someone as imperfect as him.
kiseop is far too perfect.
the soft creak of the door immediately brings him to his senses. his muscles stiffen, his eyes snap open and he shoots up from his original position. a wave of vertigo hits him, hard.
his fingers grip tightly onto the edge of the sink as he tries to regain balance. his knuckles turn white and the sink starts to crack. he curses under his breath at his absurd strength, looks up at the intruder, and freezes.
kiseop.
the beautiful man stands there, his godly features displaying pure horror. a silent whisper leaves his lips.
"eli..."
eli forgets about the unattractively stained blade on the ground as he hides his bloody deed behind him. kiseop steps toward eli slowly, as if eli was a dangerous animal he couldn't go near.
long fingers place themselves on each side of eli's face. kiseop gazes into the bulkier man's eyes. "eli... why would you do that?" he whispers.
any words about to roll off eli's tongue stop short. he gives in to kiseop, holding onto the soft fabric of kiseop's shirt. he breathes in the fresh scent of clean linen as his blood dirties the material.
kiseop kicks the blade away and laces his fingers through eli's hair, comforting him with sweet nothings.
he could not comprehend why the love of his life was in such a bloodied state.
as eli starts to pull away, kiseop tightens his grip around the other's face. their lips meet, gently at the start, but crazed in the end.
desperate lips meet each other, molding into each other beautifully. feelings of want and need are conveyed, fiery passion burns when their lips brush against each other, cold bloodied fingers hold together as heated bodies press against one another.
as they pull away, a soft murmur passes through their lips.
"i love you.
"and it's for who you are. you're perfect to me. don't change yourself, ever."