𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 | 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢

010.

clambering onto the orphanage's bus, sunoo groans in annoyance at the evening's events. that was way too risky. for all he knew, any of those people could've called the police on him- at least one of those fuckers in the alleyway had to not be high, right?

how could he be so fucking stupid?

"ah, sunoo! where'd you go?" jay exclaimed happily, spotting sunoo just as he got onto the bus and sitting in the vacant seat next to him.

"i've just been walking around the area." sunoo responded in monotony, not in the mood to speak to anyone.

"at this hour?" jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

weirdly, this was the first time sunoo's ever seen jay slightly serious- as if something was...wrong?

when sunoo doesn't respond right away, jay's eyes flicker down and his brows continue to raise as he spots a small stain of red on the hem of sunoo's uniform.

"sunoo, do you have any siblings?" jay asks, his voice slightly lowered.

the younger boy is startled by the sudden conversation change, wondering why jay would ask such a strange question.

"no. why?"

"no reason." the older boy replies, remaining silent for the rest of the ride back to the orphanage.

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there's glass on the floor.

"sunwoo, you're a fucking idiot! why can't you just get placed in a mental hospital where you of all people belong? all you do is-"

"sunhee-"

"sunhee this, sunhee that. i'm fucking done with you. thank god i'm studying abroad, you're no brother to me."

there's tears accumulating in his eyes, but his older sister seems to not care.

"i hope they beat you to death, and i never have to see your face again." she says finally, taking her luggage and slamming the door behind her, leaving her brother in a pile of glass shards.

sunwoo sinks to the floor, his hands covering his eyes as the tears streamed out.

there's a feeling sunwoo can't name, but it reoccurs every once in a while.

the feeling that you have nothing more to live for.

that if you ran away, nobody would come looking for you. that if you loved someone, it would forever be unrequited. that if you died the next day, you'd die happy- simply because there's nothing to look forward to.

sometimes he thinks of the old, of how they die peacefully. that small fulfillment they get when they know they've done their time on this world.

sometimes he thinks of the mythological concept of immortality- how the beings would trade being immortal for a chance to die, sick of their years and nothing left to chase after.

but all you can do is wait for the glass to cave in to your skin, to wait for it to get so deep in you fear it may have punctured a nerve, to let yourself die in the sharpness of the pieces.

all it took was the right placement of the glass, and it would successfully end his life. he knows this very well.

"sunwoo." a shrill voice calls from the now open door to the kim's residence, his mother stepping in to the house, looking at her son in disarray. 

sunwoo yelps in surprise and loses his balance, his elbows barely catching him in time and sinking into the glass.

sunoo closes his eyes in pain, his midnight red blood oozing out of the cuts he was sure would heavily scar.