dog fight - park woojin x kim donghyun ff

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The summer days climb up to the pickets of the throat and breezes away, still dividual than ever. The fairy taled dreams fade like a thin stream of wind, under the same sky. The unforgettable atmosphere rushes to hide, and summer runs clear again.

It was the feeling of heat, but not touch. Meaningless to be considered love, but lingered for too long to be addressed as empty.

dog fight 투견

pwj x kdh

w. hayoon

It was the summer when the nineteen-year-old park Woojin slept faced down, in the second-grade classroom. Not deeply obsessed with loss, he had a decent time at school considering he had a gap year to care for his diseased sister. He had no interest rather than soccer- and decided to spend time with his youngers rather than having to spend time with those struggling to be pushed into university.

It was last year's winter. In the particularly sharp winds, his sister's death glowed desperately pale. Fifteen, was her age when she left without giving him or his parents any time to save up for surgery. Irritation grew at his parents' decisions. As the money from his parents up in Seoul slowly got cut off, he jumped. He let the gusting winds of the rain bring his parents back. 

However, people couldn't die easily. It was also applicable to him. Woojin lived, multiple times. He got stuck on the branches of the tree above the river. He wasn't able to attempt any further- it didn't rain often where he lived.

And then came summer. He couldn't even die and was stuck listening to the cicadas cry. The grandmother next door felt bad for him and moved in with him. She sent him to school. To Woojin, she put him in a difficult position. Summer meant the rainy season. Perfect time to die. In the rainy season, the river in his town flowed fast and often, people drifted away.

Days passed as he waited for the rainy seasons. Words of not much beauty rang across the classrooms- including the overused 'son of a bitch'. It wasn't a strong word, just a word to address close friends. Son of a bitch here, son of a bitch there. The whole classroom was like a dirty mess of dog fights. Like the ones of a dirty yellow colour. He didn't know which breed that was, though. They all lived the fuck they wanted to. It also meant- class was more like a nap rather than a chance to learn.

However, the dogs awoke at the appearance of another dog. The boy was slightly angled but soft and pale and reminded Woojin of a maltese. He was surely taller than the average, but the thin body of his made Woojin wonder if he would break at the touch, considering how fragile he looked. There were wound tags on his arms, legs and even his neck, but there was no shame on his face.

"Kim Donghyun"

The combinations of the letters also did not hold any uneasiness nor tension.