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05. ( sh )

TITLE : graveyard
DUO/COUPLE : soonhoon ( soonyoung+jihoon )
GENRE : toxic relationship au (aka the most messiest oneshot i'll do)
WORD COUNT : 1038 words

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there were shoutings, hits, bruises and shattered glasses on the floor, similar to the state of the two shouting males in the living room— bruises painted jihoon's legs and body but soonyoung had only hand-prints of slaps.
"just get out already! i can't handle you anymore!" jihoon's voice boomed through the apartment— possibly gaining the attention of the landlord living underneath them.

"but i gave you so much! and you're throwing me out like this?! wow, you're so selfish jihoon!" the older argued back, toxin leaving his mouth as another plate shattered after colliding with the floor— jihoon winced in pain as he stepped on the sharp glass.

"oh, it's funny how
the warning signs can feel like they're butterflies."

jihoon should have known that— before he even fell for soonyoung, that the dancer was a walking red flag from the beginning they met. but before he knew it, his hand touched the skin of his toxic boyfriend's cheek, imprinting a nasty red hand-print on the older, "JUST FUCKING LEAVE YOU PSYCHO!"

"I HATE YOU, YOU STUPID HARD-HEADED BITCH, I WISH WE NEVER MET!" jihoon shouted, finally letting out all the emotions he hid— he picked up the pieces with no complaints but instead picked it up with anger boiling and bubbling in his chest.
"you hate me? WELL I HATE YOU TOO!"

• 🦋 •

they were happy in the beginning, like the beginning of any what seemed like a healthy relationship— until soonyoung moved in with jihoon after a year of dating.
it was going quite quickly right? but soonyoung manipulated jihoon that it was normal couples moved in together after the one-year mark.
i should have known.

i should have known you were trouble kwon soonyoung.

jihoon's eyes blurred with tears— not for the fact that soonyoung finally left his heart and broke his trust— but he was crying for the fact of being disappointed in himself for loving such a jerk for so long.
the bruises on his legs stung— his hand grasped on the phone in his hand as he dialed a familiar phone number to him.

"call me when you need help okay?"

the person on the other line picked up, and as he answered with the honey voice— jihoon winced from the gash that spilled hot blood out from his sole.
"jihoon, are you okay?"
"jeonghan, please, i need help."
"i'll be right there, please stay right there hoon," jeonghan worriedly spoke, waking up a sleeping seungcheol with his hurried walking.

they arrive to the apartment— and jeonghan gasped at the sight— even with the sentence stay right there— the producer was nowhere in sight.
they searched everywhere— every corner of the apartment and crack but jihoon was nowhere.

"where could he be..? there was no way jihoon would walk around—"
"hannie, are you sure?" seungcheol spoke as he pointed to the trailing line of crimson on the floor, following the crimson trail was the worst fear for jeonghan— lead to the opened window with white curtains stained in blood.

"oh, 'cause i keep diggin' myself down deeper
i won't stop 'til i get where you are."

"no,—" jeonghan gasped, feeling his chest tighten at the thought, "—jihoon would never."
but he would if he still loved that jerk.

• • •

the opened window allowed the chilling wind into the apartment— it seemed abandoned and only vegetation roamed around the abandoned mossy wood and apartment.
time passed by so quickly.

the only thing growing in this abandoned yet beautiful apartment was the growing plant with the caterpillar feeding on its lush leaves.
"oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
i would've followed all the way to the graveyard."

it's funny to the younger on how all the warning signs felt like stupid blue fluttering butterflies.
oh, how jihoon's feet hurt and pleaded in mercy as he ran and ran until he reached the desired meeting place.

it was never meant to be in the end but here they were, "hey,"
"hi," he spoke, the bruises on the younger's lower body faded softly— the aching feeling of jihoon's feet stuck with dried blood went away as he sat next to the older— they disappeared like magic.

"i'm sorry."
"i keep running when both my feet hurt
i won't stop 'til i get where you are."

the day where they both admitted their mistakes— the day where the lighting hit the flowering tree— the day where soonyoung realized that he should have known that he was hurting the boy he truly needed to love.
"i'm sorry."

"oh, when you go down all your darkest roads—"
here they were, fluttering their wings in the dancing moonlight— both tombstones stood by each other with a red string coming out of the dirt— connecting the two in one single line.

this life— they weren't right for each other, but as the butterflies flew together and continued to love— maybe the next life, they were fitted for each other.
"i would've followed all the way to the graveyard."

"even through toxins and poison, would you still love me?" soonyoung asked, the spark he felt when he held jihoon's hand made him jolt away in shock.
"no,"
"but maybe, in the next life, maybe fate will pull us together again."

— 🦋 AUTHOR'S NOTES
sometimes, you have to let go to heal— sometimes, you have to let go and move on.
jiyoon and soonyoung weren't meant to be— but the day they turned into butterflies, they just wanted to love each other after they let go.

two stories of these two actually— jihoon's part in the upper half showed the negative signs of soonyoung. it showed the dark side behind the door that was titled the loving story of these two.

soonyoung's part was in the lower part— what he wished he could do if he had enough love to give.

love must only be a want, not a need.
it isn't a common thing for us to survive— unlike the needs we need to live.
a want must bring you happiness— and love is a want.