ATEEZ ONE-SHOTS |BXB|

A|Come On Tell|Woosang

I don't know what this is, I wrote it in like 1h because I had a sudden rush of inspiration ahhm...

It probably doesn't make much sense ahaha

TW|homphobia|

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

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he lights dimmed, the curtain parted.

Never in his life had he felt more anxious, never in his life had he wanted to run so much. All he had worked for, everything he had given up to become a singer - it would be over now.

And he looked into the darkened crowd, the curious and excited eyes than watched him so eagerly. All these expectations he had to meet, all the things he had left behind to fulfill them.

In between the darkness and eyes that made him feel like prey, there was his only light. His eyes red and swollen, lips redenned and disappointment all over his angelic face. And yet, he was still the most beautiful person, one he was ready to run for.

"The last song, I would like to gift it to someone special," Yeosang said and took a long breath. He looked him right in the eye, didn't blink a moment; too scared he would disappear into the crowd. "I love you," he said into the microphone. His right hand formed into a fist, hit his chest eight above his heart as guitarist to the right began playing.

"When I say you, I become speechless, roses wilt in my hands..."

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His cheek stung, pulsated and turned red. As he looked up at his father, there was nothing more than disgust and anger. "You godless dog!" he yelled, slapped him again.

Somewhere in the back he heard his mother cry; cry for her son and prey to God to bring him to the right path. She cried for the son she wished back, as if he wasn't the child he had born. The mother didn't move, watched with tears in her eyes as her husband disciplined their child - the stranger.

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Between all the things humans could have feared, they chose to fear love.

"Come on my heart, don't be quiet, tell him my love..."

Tears rose to Wooyoung's eyes as he shook his head rapidly, begging him to stop, to not throw away all he had worked for.

But what was it worth?

In the end, Yeosang wanted to be free, of monotone office jobs, of superiors and rules. How could he possibly be free in his life, if the public eye put him in a cage? Told him who to love and write his music for. What was it all worth, if he couldn't freely love him.

"Come on tell, how much I love him, come in tell, that I see him in my dreams"

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"Hi! I'm Wooyoung!"

Young man, early twenties and too excited at ten in the morning. An annoying laugh, annoying attitude. Annoying, Yeosang had decided; Wooyoung is annoying.

"I'll be producing your music! I'm glad to meet you," he said and extended his hand, a smile so wide and bright, it almost made him cringe.

"Kang Yeosang," he gave back distantly, shook his hand briefly.

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"When I see you, all memories come back. When I see you time ends..."

Wooyoung ran, and Yeosang's voice cracked. He was gone, somewhere between he crowd and he couldn't keep his eyes on him anymore. He had disappeared, long gone in the darkness.