When you die | Jaeyong

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Taeyong spat the water once again and wiped his tongue with his sleeves. His clothes were still dirty, and some of the dirt went into his mouth. But he didn't care anymore. How dirtier could he get after that? He rubbed his sleeve against his tongue, to the point it almost hurt.

He took a huge sip of water and proceeded to spit it out again, repeating this cycle over and over. He could barely feel the taste of his tears that had rolled down his cheeks and were mixed with the dirt and saliva that soaked his sleeves. He was a mess. A dirty mess. He felt absolutely gross and wished the earth would swallow him, he wanted to disappear, but he couldn't do so.

His irregular breathing pattern and his sobs were the only sounds that could be heard in the house. He put his fingers deep into his throat and pushed as far as he could to make himself gag, but it was as if his stomach was tied in a knot. He couldn't bring himself to throw up and he hated it. He was so anxious he didn't notice he was shaking.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

Taeyong heard someone entering the house and he immediately got up from his knees. He wiped his face with his hands, trying to wipe his tears and saliva off it and look as presentable as he could. He brushed his hair with his fingers in a rush and dusted his clothes.

'Taeyong, I'm home!' It was Mark, he sounded happier than usual.

Taeyong didn't want to bring the mood down, so he just put on a fake smile. He was getting used to this, so the smile looked perfectly credible.

'Welcome home, Mark! How was your day?'

'Amazing!' The younger said, showing a jar that he was hiding behind his back when he entered.

He happily placed it on the table and walked where Taeyong was. He kissed his cheek and noticed the older was quite dirty.

'Why are your clothes like this?'

'Oh- Uhm... I was playing with a kid and we accidentally fell on a puddle, ahahah...' He said, making up a fast excuse.

Mark didn't really fall for it, but he decided to shrug it off.

'Well, uhm... I brought you this- I mean- a friend gave me this!' He said, proudly pointing at the jar.

'A jar?' Taeyong questioned, not really understanding why the younger was so excited.

'No- We have to give the jar back when we finish. What matters is what is inside!' He said, smiling brightly.

Taeyong approached the table and looked at the jar again, finding a white liquid inside.

'Oh! Milk! Is your friend a farmer?'

'Uhh... Well- Not exactly... But he had some extra milk and he gave it to me!' Mark went to the only cupboard of the house and took two cups. They were old and the edges were quite worn out, but they were perfectly usable and were the ones the two used as they couldn't afford to get new ones yet. 'We should drink it before it gets bad. Mother always said old milk gave diseases.'

Taeyong nodded as he watched the younger pouring the milk into the cups, right before handing one to him.

The older took the cup and neared it to his lips, ready to take a sip. However, memories from barely hours ago started flashing in his mind, clouding his thoughts for a few seconds that felt like hours.

The white liquid.

The white sticky liquid.