GLASS EYES. － one-shots

AT THE END OF MY SLEEVES IS A BEACH ; AT A DISTANCE SPRING IS GREEN; SOOHYUN×JUN

ONE SHOT (3)

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At the End of My Sleeves is a Beach;
soohyun × jun
k-drama: at a distance spring is green
word count: 3,152
written: 17/07/21

Open wounds are shared and Soohyun can't imagine not loving Jun.

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i know theres no other work for this fandom and pairing so it's a shame that this'll be the first lmao but i really wanted to write something for them before the end of the show so here we are. it's set in that episode when soohyun and yeojun are opening up over dinner and yeojun speaks about his situation. no mention of sobin because in this she's just a friend.

this is basically soohyun taking care of yeojun and thinking about his feelings towards him whilst yeojun begins to understand his own emotions lol

tw for mentions of abuse/suicide

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"My father physically abuses my family."

Through the haze of his sight and the drifting fog of thought questioning just how pathetic his voice sounded as he uttered a secret he'd kept lodged in his throat for years, Jun could see the exact moment the confession reached Soohyun's ears and sullied whatever remaining image he had of Jun in his head.

The whites of his eyes increased, a tenseness was born in his shoulders keeping them taut, and Jun could have almost laughed at how much he'd made a mess of everything. And for what? To partially lift some of the weight from his chest? To have someone gaze upon his raw, horrid self and force them to abandon him? To have someone hear his plea for help and test whether they'd care? If anyone would care?

'Please don't say no. If you do, I'll kill myself.'

He hurried to shed the blurred recollection that had managed to lodge itself into his then inebriated mind and occassionally rear its head in the late hours of the night, when he was alone and scared and wondering.

Soohyun seemed to regret setting alight a fire much bigger than he'd mentally prepared for, but Jun kept talking regardless － talking as tears mutedly dripped down his reddening cheeks so often rendered sore by the salt that tarnished them.

He wasn't sure how it happened － he never really was, his mind had a will of its own as it'd be triggered, forcibly flashing suppressed memories before his eyelids, in such a way that he could only see them clearer when he instinctively squeezed them shut － but it was happening again and he was terrified and ashamed, desperately longing to scamper away and cower in his room where Soohyun couldn't see him shatter, the realisation of it being embarrassing finally striking him.

Jun scarcely picked up on the sharp sound of a chair screeching against the floor, the frantic calls of his name as he clutched at his own chest and gasped, mouth gaping and eyelids fluttering like the wings of an injured bird desperate to fly. He couldn't be sure what was happening. A part of his mind was busy resurfacing memories of abuse and nights in pain, and another, a rapidly dwindling part, was berating him, yelling at him to calm down because Soohyun was watching and nobody had ever seen him in such a state, no one ever should. No one ever should have.

A panic brewed within him but when he made to stand and run to his room, to anywhere but there, his legs gave way with no second for him to catch himself, his weight crashing to the floor onto his side and his right forearm.