before this.

17. ( jc )

TITLE : cardigan
DUO/PAIRING : jeongcheol ( seungcheol + jeonghan )
GENRE : ex lovers / trying to move on
WORD COUNT : 417 words

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his fingers delicately played the keys of the piano, his heart pounding in his ears as he continued to play this sorrowful song that only had the same notes over and over again.
his voice hoarse as he sang the lyrics he had sang over and over again before when his porcelain heart was shattered to bits of pieces; his notes going longer and longer as he continued to play.

his stomach felt weird, it felt like it was sucking him from the inside. he still continued, his shaking fingers still playing the same notes over and over again as he continued to force his voice out of his throat to get a tone of song.

"to kiss in cars and downtown bars
was all we needed
you drew stars around my scars
but now i'm bleeding
cause i knew you
stepping on the last train
marked me like a bloodstain, i
i knew you."

he sang, his notes stopping as his breathing shook— his voice shook alongside him, stopping him at memories colored in black and white as his heart ached— clutching on nothing and only broke him slowly again.
the shards echoed in his head— the same shards shattering on the concrete floor as it shattered over and over again. it hurt all over again like a wound reopened in a spot that hurt so many times before.

his fingers scratched at nothing but the keys underneath the clawing fingers, making permanent scars onto the keys while tears left his sleepy and droopy eyes— the bags under them prominent while the tears ran down his cheeks.
his legs gave in, making him fall from the seat to his knees; a thud into the wood below him as his breathing shook again when he tried to breathe in— his lung clutched and released only to painfully clutch again as memories blinded his own vision.

a love story so shattered and broken that it broke his fragile little heart of just wanting to be happy— a kiss that lingered longer than a permanent tattoo was like the feeling in his little shattered heart.
it was no surprise he felt like a forgotten cardigan under someone's bed until his ex-lover put him on with a soft smile, his voice ever so quiet as he whispered, "you're my favorite,"

his heart clutched again.
and again.
and again.
and it hurt.