do not cross that line [sunsun✓]

twenty-six

‼️WARNING: explicit narratives ahead | self harm | heavy content | Please read at your own risk

Sunoo knocked thrice on the actors' door before he heard the sound of it being unlocked. He was then met by Sunghoon who immediately turned his back and went back inside, not even bothering to look at latter.

"You have somewhere to be?"

"I came here to work, what do you expect? Why are you here anyway?" Sunghoon answered grumpily as he paced around his room, getting all his stuff inside his bag.

"I was hungry, so I came here to have my breakfast..." Sunoo uttered calmly as he tried to meet the actors' gaze but miserably failed

After what happened last night, Sunoo had the slightest hope that maybe... Sunghoon liked him too.

Maybe, he's just scared...

Maybe, he's just confused...

Maybe, he just doesn't know what to do.

But, he knows. That at the end of the day, everything just falls under the word 'maybe' .

So he decides to play along. If Sunghoon wants to act like nothing happened last night then he's up for it.

Sunoo followed the actor around, getting on his nerves even more as he was frustrated by the waythe older avoids his gaze.

"Whatever happened last night, I can forget i—"

"Aghh! Would you just fcking shu—" Sunghoon stopped midway when he realized he's slipping out of his normal self, feeling guilt as he looked at the younger who stood frozen on his place.

"There's food in the fridge, just fucking help yourself. I'm leaving" was all he could say before swinging his bag on his shoulder and finally shutting the door close.

'How could he...'

Sunoo could bet his whole life that he was about to lose his mind, right there, right at that moment.

He slowly trudged his way out of the older's room and quietly went back to his until he heard the loudest ringing sound like as if it was just right beside his ears. His eyes turned blurr— dazed for whatever the reason was.

Heart going wild,

Beating at an uncontrollable pace.

It felt like everything was not at its place and it was messing up Sunoo and his mentality.

'fucking Park Sunghoon!'

"Aaaghhhh!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! " He screamed, snatching the glass from his table and throwing it on the marbled wall.

He was in agony.

Something that he never felt for a very long time.

It was something that only 'he' could feel.

Sunoo stared at the broken shards of glass on the floor before his right hand made its way to his left wrist, scratching— almost clawing his nails deep into his thin skin.

He could feel it again.

The itches.

The pleasure it gives each time his nails sunk onto his wrist

With tears unknowingly falling off his eyes, Sunoo slowly crawled on the carpeted floor and took the largest piece of glass there is, holding it tight and not bothering the sting it caused as his grip grew tighter. He positioned it on top of his wrists, hand trembling after realizing that he's back at it again.