Again || Banginho/Minchan

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a loud breath echoed across the tall walls, drawing its path through the endless hallway; nervousness flowing out in sigh's disguise, gushing out of the soft lips that stood pressed under the sharp teeth of uneasiness, clenched amidst the hanging head with a fist raised afore the brown door.

time coordinated with the loud heartbeat of the boy as his knuckles made contact with the wooden door, the impact resulting in an audible knock ringing all the way across the sharp corners of the silent house.

after the loud sound, followed a contrasting soft and feeble one, suggesting the shifting and shuffling on the other side and even before the fifteen year old could prepare himself like he already didn't, the door knob clicked. his head shot up to the sight his eyes twitchingly burnt at, the sight his body wasn't strong enough to see.

there stood his elder brother with his head hanging low, probably in guit of his act, probably in failed attempts of hiding his puffy, red eyes and tear-stained cheeks that always held joy but now, carried the weight of tears.

an anguished sensation filtered through the younger's clenched heart; a feeling of remorse immersed in anger for his own self, gushing through the veins steering the course of his shaky arm that was subtly yet slowly reaching out to the stooping shoulder that his orbs glistened, looking at.

the prolonged sluggish movement of the long, trembling fingers, slowly ceased; the contact it searched for, still densely apart. time froze as the touch left unfelt, the fingers finding the brain awfully jumbling up.

the tremoring fingers curled into a fist, feeling defeat suppress them under the influence of the invisible glass of hesitance, obstructing the sceptical mind. a glass that feared shattering even to the most delicate fondle of wind.

"j-jisung," a quivering, sugary yet cheer-deprived voice swam through the thick air surrounding the two boys, cracking mid way, peircing through the pack of the heartbreaking voices that echoed in the elder's mind.

jisung's senses were battling amongst themselves, on what to do. he didn't have the courage to face seungmin. he felt so small and, the guilt his fragile heart was entrapped in, seemed as big as his own shadow, painting the wall of the dimly lit hallway.

he stood with a vague mind; gloomy numbness portraying through his stooping head and loosened arms; his knees going weak with the internal trembling.

the two soft pairs of lips parted for words to dance their feelings out, to sing their apologies out. but the hearts? the heart twinged in the hollowness of the aching emotions wringing the tender core inside out.

haze fumed the vision of the younger's eyes, outlining a certain burning sensation across the eyeslits; the boy squinting them, avoiding any tears from trickling down. he didn't even have the courage to break down. with which, his brain marked the time for his heart to take over.

the frail going knees of the internally quivering seveteen year old, no longer held the strength to remain in their stance; the appeal of the lifeless feeling body, to collapse on the cold floor, felt hypnotically tempting to every inch of the boy. the idea of letting all the warm tears and flickering emotions clouding his senses, to flow down, slowly seeking dominance over the tingling heart, had an enticing effect on him.

his lips parted but his vocal cords felt the action of letting words out, tiresome. his hollow body felt weak and light under the heavy head full of voices leading his empty soul and before he could even perceive the scenario his own figure seemed to be representing, his eyes saw the floor getting closer; his knees bending ever so subtly that the action missed the sight of the other boy who stood in front of him, battling his own self.

the elder's body awaited a cold impact, letting it to fall freely onto the ground in synchronizing with the drop that slowly trickled down his swollen eye.

just as the body was set out of control, a warm pair of arms pulled the fragile frame into a warm embrace, cancelling its contact with the tiles that weaved the floor.

the comfortable hug made jisung break down. his voice trembling and lips quivering as he continued mumbling, 'sorry' over and over again.

seungmin felt a pang in his chest and it took everything in him to trap the voices of his insides in the tight fist that rested wrapped around jisung's shaky figure. he took a deep breath, letting transparent beads flow down his cheeks, building up the courage in himself to speak up. "i-it isn't your fault jisung... i-i am the one... who should be sorry... i... i am sorry jisung... i-i am sorry... i am so sorry..." his fingers caressed the elder's soft hair in order to calm his shaky body while his own shorter one began heaving in cries.

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the dark shadow of long fingers that laid over the black keys, tapped loud clicks every now and then; the figure leaning deep towards the flashing screen; eyes locked on the constantly moving characters and digits.

the tongue traced the depth of the expectant lips; a thick, audible gulp throbbing through the dry throat as a bony finger let its weight shift onto the left key of the black mouse; the chocolatey orbs hued with the darkness of the screen peircing down to the slightest movement of the black device.

the impatient eyes turned to the screen, marking the purple brightness, tracing the edges of the mouse.

silence was all, one could hear as the long walls drowned in the blackest shade; the soft ears fondled with the loud ticking of the clock fading behind the timeless pounding of the heart.

time slowing, longingly echoing the heaving chest of expectations; eyelashes kissing the cheeks so softly, repeatedly harmonizing with the restless heartbeats.

a pink smirk painted the breathless face, in disguise of the light falling through the milky screen.

veiny hands pushing off the table; shoulders loosening fluidly, smoothening the tensed forehead with the relaxed back falling into the leather of the seat.

the shoulders moving in coordination with breathless exhales of a psychotic laughter, lacking any vocals, resonating nothing but wheezes; the chest rising and falling heavily, synchronizing with the act.

"finally... i did it... now you'll be mine... just... mine..." a dangerously sweet voice chimed between heavy puffs. "now i just have to..."

a/n: what do you think this person is up to? 👀

also... i didn't update in 9 days i-
first of all, i am sorry... let's just say, the week was kinda busy...
i know i said two chapters back that i would update regularly now but i didn't follow my own words... so, yeah... i am really sorry for that 😅...

now, i am thinking of going back to fixing the update schedule and i need you guys' opinion on this...

what should i do:
a) update 2000+ word long chapters every 3-4 days...
b) update comparatively shorter chapters (max of 1000-2000 words) every day...

i guess, option b) works better but still wanna know what u guys prefer...

another question... what are your fav. skz ships?